The Intern, by Big Larry

I had been waiting nearly a year for a chance to get my foot in the door at Webtech. After all, they are in the longtime industry leader, and as a result their sales rep positions very rarely become available. So naturally I was a bit nervous as I sat in the lobby area waiting for my name to be called, but I tried to remain patient. This was my big chance, and I should consider myself lucky even if I get only a few minutes with Mr. Reynolds. Anyone in the business new of Mr. Reynolds and his reputation as the hier apparent to the national GM position.

So I passed the time by surveying the room and doing some people watching - both of which were very impressive. The lobby itself was stylish and posh, and almost every employee that walked through the lobby was young and attractive. Everything had a really classy and slick feel, right down to the young girl who suddenly called my name. "Yes, Mr. Dawson, come right this way. Mr. Reynolds will be with you in just a moment. My name is Lauren and I am one of the summer interns here at Webtech. Let me take you to a conference room where Mr. Reynolds will be joining us shortly."

I barely had the presence of mind to extend my hand and introduce myself as I was captivated by the delicate beauty of young Lauren. She didn't look much older than 19, although I imagine she was at least in her early twenties to get such an intership. She was a petite and perky little thing, standing about 5'4" and weighing all of 110 pounds - and she had a definite athleticism about her. Her legs were toned and deeply bronzed from hours of apparent outdoor activity. Her face was also well-tanned, which made her icy blue eyes sparkle even more in contrast. She had her $80 designer haircut that allowed her dirty blonde hair to frame her stunning face perfectly - and her attire was equally smart and fashionable. A chic business blouse and a skirt just long enough for office standards, which gave way to her shapely bare gams - each of them looking soft and smooth to the touch. In fact, I initially thought she was wearing hose until I saw her dainty little anklet and realized it was against her lovely bare skin. And those gorgeous legs ended with a pair of perfectly manicured feet, which, like the rest of her, were deeply tanned and extremely feminine. They were wrapped in a pair of strappy heels that showcased them to the point it seemed demonstrative. And she obvoiusly pampered herself in addition to being physcially active, because her thighs right down to her soles had the look of being silky soft and well-lotioned. I could hardly pay attention to the words coming from her pouty lips and I followed her sexy little frame down the hall.

We eventually came upon a small conference room and she asked me to take a seat. She then sat down in a chair opposite of mine and crossed her legs, her top foot slowly arching and flipping around as her strappy heel dangled in the air. My focus was still on her exquisitely painted toenails when she smiled and spoke up, "OK, Mr. Dawson, let me just get a few things out of the way before I get Mr. Reynolds. I think he's running a few minutes behind anyway and he always likes it when I cover a few basics with each candidate. Now you realize that this position demands 10-12 years of relevant experience, correct?" I began to fumble for the right words as I was taken by surprise, "Well, Lauren, I only have 8 years of related experience - but I know a colleague of Mr. Reynolds and he felt that was fine considering the strength of my resume."

She looked at me with a wry smirk and continued, "Well, we'll see about that. I don't remember Mr. Reynolds saying anything about exceptions, but let's move on. I assume you are proficient in the newest software, right? All our employees must be thoroughly familiar with the 2003 version - is that a problem?"

"Well, actually," I stammered, "my training ended with the 2002 software, but I am a very fast learner." The smirk then evaporated and a troubled look began to cross her sharp, little face "Oh, I see - well this could be a real problem. I hate to say it, sir, but I'm not so sure you are in a position to meet with someone at the VP level at this time. Mr. Reynolds is a busy man and his time is infinitely valuable. I simply wouldn't be doing my job if I let you talk to him under these circumstances. Why don't you get a couple more years under your belt and give us a call?"

With those words, I finally completely snapped out of my enchantment with this refined beauty and began to get upset. "With all due respect, Lauren, I am confident in my abilities and know what I bring to the table. Perhaps you should let Mr. Reynolds make this kind of decision. I'm sure he would rather handle it personally than leave it in the hands of some pretty little intern. So do me a favor and give him a ring, alright?"

Now her troubled look turned to unmistakable anger, "Pretty little intern? Is that all I represent to you, Mr. Dawson? I assure you that I am a valued member of Webtech - which is more than you'll ever be able to say." And with that, she slowly waved one of her delicate hands in my face. I started feeling a little queasy as I noticed her expression change and her full lips part into a open smile. I tried to speak but found I suddenly couldn't make a sound. She could see the panic on my face and casually offered, "Well now, Mr. Dawson, it seems I have a little more authority than your average "pretty little intern" - doesn't it?" I opened my mouth and tried to yell - but again I was stricken slient. "So tell me, Mr. Big Shot, how does it feel to be slowly shrinking? Maybe you'll give me the respect I deserve when you are no bigger than a worm at my feet."

As hard as it was to believe, I was indeed getting smaller. I watched as her diminitive frame seemed to grow in size - getting both taller and seemingly thicker my the moment. She was now mezmorized with me as she reclined in her chair - my body continuing to dwindle down until I was eye level with her crossed knee. She extended her crossed leg straight out so one of her feet came right out towards me. Although still feminine, her leg seemed impossibly massive. "See, now my size 6 foot is bigger than your head - and soon it'll be bigger than your entire body." I tried to move, but like my speech my muscles were completely paralyzed. All I could do was watch as I continued to dwindle down in front of this young girl, her windex-blue eyes fixated on my tiny body. The last thing I remember seeing before blacking-out is her giggling to herself as her once petite body grew to encompass my entire horizon.

I eventually regained consciousness and noticed I was lying naked on an expanse of brown fabric. After finding my bearings, I realized I was lying on the seat in which I was just being interviewed - my suit thrown aside on the floor below. Lauren still sat in front of me, and a broad smile beamed on her face when she saw me start to wake up. She leaned forward in her chair so her face was a few just inches above me, her shoulder-length hair coming down all around my body. I could smell the faint aroma of her perfumed soap as her voice bellowed from above, "Well that should about do it, Mr. Dawson. You can't be more than 3 inches tall now - so how does it feel? Do you still want me to get Mr. Reynolds? Somehow I don't think he'll be too impressed with you now." And then I was nearly blown over by the hot blast of air that hit me as the sound of her laugh filled my world.

"Actually I do need to speak with him, so why don't you come along?" And before I had any chance to react, Lauren raised one of her colossal hands and brought it down over my tiny, trembling body. Like I expected, her skin was soft and fragrant, and I had no choice but to allow her warm palm to close in around me. In a flash, my body was jolted up off the chair and whisked way up in the air. I opened my eyes when the jarring movement stopped and found myself perched on her impossibly sprawling hand, staring right into her stunning face. Many thoughts raced through my mind, including the fact that I somehow used to look at this colossal giantess and a petite and delicate young beauty.

But before I fully adjusted to the change in altitude, she quickly said "OK - come with me" and lowered her hand again - this time well below the chair off which she plucked me. I could see her hand continue to extend towards the floor, with my tiny body hurdling inside it - and it soon became apparent to me that she was reaching for one of her stappy heels. "This should be the perfect place for someone like you," she quipped as the titanic fingers from her other hand pulled back one of the heel straps. Then she dropped me in the space between the top of her tanned foot and the extended strap and poked my body into position with her fingertip. Lauren then allowed the strap to snap back against her foot - pinning me against the silky skin of her pretty, bronzed foot. I was positioned face-up and enough strap covered me to conceal most of my body, but my face poked out near the seperation between her big and second toe - and it allowed me a direct vision line to her smiling face above.

I could hear her say "Ready?" from way above as I found myself again soaring through the air. I looked up the expanse of her tanned foot and leg - which was now striding in a slow, sweeping manner. With each step, I flew hundreds of yards across the floor - only to come crashing back to earth with a thunderous slam as she completed a stride. Then I would be still for a moment, laying atop her planted foot as I watched her other impossibly vast leg come sweeping right past me. This sequence eventually stopped, as I realized she was now standing in the hall taking to someone.

I arched my tiny head up to see as much as possible, and I could tell that Lauren was deep in conversation with an older man. I eventually heard her refer to him as Mr. Reynolds, and while doing so she shot a glance down to my tiny face wedged in near the base of her delicate toes and tapped her enormous foot a couple times. Although I'm sure Mr. Reynolds didn't even notice, that mere flick of her ankle nearly knocked me unconscious. Through my haze, I could hear her continue about finding the right candidate for the job. Lauren then heard her phone ringing, so she abruptly starting racing to her office. The pounding of her collosal strides was so intense this time, I wasn't able to withstand more than a couple before surrendering to blackness.

Eventually I came around again and noticed I was still pinned against the top of her lovely foot - but this time the motion was much more manageable. I looked up and saw Lauren talking on the phone and realized she had crossed her legs again. Luckily I was on the foot that was crossed over the other leg, so I could still see up her lower leg, past her knee to her mammoth body up above. Like before, she was arching and flipping her perfectly feminine foot, and this time I was along for the ride.

As she become more distracted with her conversation, I noticed something that sent a chill down my spine. I looked up her ankle and noticed that dainty little anklet I saw before. From my new perspective, I could see its every detail as it hugged tautly around her shapely ankle. In addition to a number of small charms hanging from it, I saw a very tiny skeleton - one that looked like a very tiny human skeleton - dangling from it as well. The skeleton couldn't have been more than a quarter-inch long and was certainly too small to see from face level - but I saw it clear as day and it looked like it was human. Is it possible this young girl makes a habit of shrinking down job applicants and wearing them as body jewelry? Can that possibly be true? I was frozen with a combination of sexual excitement and utter fear. The only minimal comfort I found was the fact that this skeleton was much, much smaller me - so I could try and hope that I wasn't facing the same fate.

As I considered my chances of survival, Lauren hung up the phone and once again turned her attention to the tiny captive in her shoe. "How are you holding up down there, Mr. Dawson?" And with those words, she arched her foot inside her shoe so the straps tightened against my helpess body. "Oh, looks like you could use some fresh air. Do you want to come out for a while?" Since I was unable to make a peep, she decided not to wait for an answer - so she pulled her hand off her desk and slowly reached down towards me. Her perfectly manicured nails came brushing across my naked body until she grasped one of the straps beween her thumb and fingertip. She then looked down at me with a somewhat fiendish smile and said, "Come on, time to come out - don't be afraid, little one."

After being freed from my prison of leather straps and warm, fragrant skin, I crawled out on top of her foot and stood there waiting for her next word. She leaned her striking face forward and peered at me from over her knee, "And you thought I was just a meaningless little intern...I bet I don't look so little to you now - huh, Mr. Dawson? Now I want you to climb up my leg to my knee and don't make me wait. As you can see now, I am an important woman and can't waste my time with a little pest like you. So get going, little bug - I want you up here in 30 seconds." And she pointed her index fingertip to a spot on top of her crossed knee - which seemed like it was hundreds of feet above me. Afraid to anger her, I immediately started to make my way up the surface of her long, smooth foot. I was able to use some of the contours of her ankle to help me up her lower leg, but then started having trouble just after I passed her anklet. The smell of her perfumed soap and body lotion was intensely strong now and I tried to find purchase on the expanse of her soft and toned lower leg. I looked up to see her knee getting closer and closer and I was now laying flat across the width of her shin to avoid slipping down the smooth, curvaceous lines of her lovely and tanned leg.

I reached the top of her knee just as time ran out, but she didn't seem interested in giving me any time to rest. I put my tiny hands up in a gesture requesting a second to catch my breath, but she would have none of it. She came right at me with one hand - thumb and index finger extended - until she pressed them against either side of my body. After squeezing her monumental fingertip against her thumb and grasping my body between them, she lifted me up in the air and suspended me over her other hand. As I looked down at the palm of her hand suspended beneath me, she again cracked a smile and said "bombs away" as she carelessly dropped me into it. I landed with a thud against the warm and soft skin of her palm and eventually gained enough balance to stand up. Like before, she was fixated on my tiny body, bringing her steely blue eyes just inches from me to get a good look. "Wow," she said as she held me up next to her gigantic nostrils as they sucked in air like a giant vaccuum, "you still smell like my feet. I bet the smell of my body lotion was pretty strong down there, huh? Well you don't have to worry about that anymore - I have other plans for you now."

With that, she pulled her hand back from her face a little bit and and waved her other hand towards me like she did before. "And those plans start with you shrinking again." Although I could say nothing, I had a terrible pit in my stomach. I immediatley began to think of that tiny skeleton I saw dangling from her anklet below as that same queasiness came over me. I lost my footing on her hand and fell back on my ass, so I was sitting upright in her palm. After a few moments, everything started to get even bigger. Her titantic fingers grew even larger around me and I began to lose myself in her expanding palm. When I finally stopped shrinking, I was barely even visible to Lauren's sparking eye. Her vast palm seemed to extend in every direction and all that I could see past it was the flickering of one blue eye and part of the bridge of her nose. I was now no bigger than a crumb - far smaller than my poor friend on the anklet - and young Lauren needed to squint to get a good look at me.

"That's perfect" said a booming voice that seemed to come from everywhere at once. "Now you're the perfect size for what I have in mind. Me and the girls are going to happy hour and I thought you'd like to come along. How does that sound, Mr. Dawson?" Unable to speak, I could only imagine what she meant by come along. Was I going to hang from her anklet? Was she planning on putting me in her hair or wearing me as an earring? Before I had too much time to wonder, I saw Lauren bring her other hand to her sexy lips and lick the surface of her fingertip. That wet fingertip then turned and starting heading right towards me. I could see the spit glistening off of it as it descended down on top on me as I lay helpless and miniscule in her giant palm. Her eyes zeroed in much closer to me as the surface of her wet fingertip pressed up against my entire body. After a moment of total darkness, I felt my body being pulled up through the air. I positioned my head around to see I was now stuck to that wet fingertip, which Lauren was extending back towards her luscious mouth. I could feel that familiar hot breath as her colossal lips grew closer and closer to me - until I could see nothing besides their soft, crimson flesh. I thought for certain I would be dropped into her cavernous mouth and absorbed by that once petite body that has now become my entire world - but I was wrong. Rather than parting her massive lips, she pushed her fingertip up against the fleshy part of her lower lip and smeared it back and forth until the suction of her spit released me from her finger. I saw Lauren remove her delicate hand away from her mouth, leaving my infinitesimal body stuck helplessly to her lower lip. There was enough saliva and old lipstick still on it to keep me from moving a muscle, so I just waited for her next move. My tiny body was nearly singed with each exhale as her hot breath rushed past me through her succulent lips. Then she continued speaking, which served to rattle my world uncontrollably as well as instantly blow out the eardrums in both ears.

I could still feel her voice vibrating throughout my entire body as I tried to figure out what she was doing. I looked down and saw her fiddling with something in her purse. After a while, she raised her hand to her face and I saw that she was holding a small mirror. Her mile-wide lips again stretched into a smile, which caused my body to be pulled and twisted in a terribly painful manner. Then I saw her other hand coming towards me and finally realized my fate. She was holding some lipstick between her lovely, manicured fingers - and it was coming right at me. As I watched my reflection in her make-up mirror, I watched as she grinded me deeper and deeper into the flesh of her lips with the end of the trendy-colored stick. My entire body was now totally invisible and I had become the exact same color as the lips that encompassed me. I guess she wanted to put on some fresh lipstick before going out - and this is what she meant by bringing me along. After one last lip smack, she grabbed her purse and decided to leave.

I couldn't hear anything from that point on, but judging by her body language, I was forgotten soon after she arrived at the bar. I pondered the fact that my final moments would be spent trapped under the lipstick of a beautiful young girl, but that didn't last long. I saw one of Lauren's friend's hand her a beer, which she slowly raised to her lips. I felt a rush a cold liquid rush over me, which eventually caught hold of me and washed me away with it. I was then plunged down Lauren's throat and into her tight stomach - dying thoughtlessly in the belly of a beautiful intern.

THE END

BL