From the “In our footsteps” order chat:

Client: Hey, so I hope this isn’t an unusual request . I recently got divorced and won my ex’s car in a court decision. It’s some Ford Mustang he adored more than me . Anyhow I hate it, I just want you to crush it flat. 

Ian: Noooo 

Client: 

Sara: I love the idea! I will squash it, no problem! Do you have anything specific in mind?

Client: Not really, I just want the thing gone from my garage. Tony constantly polished it and God forbid he would let me drive it. Once he made a huge scene because I touched the door sill with my shoe when I got in .  He actually made me clean the sill. I just want to send the recording of the destruction to my ex. Make him suffer. Do whatever you want, just make sure it is irreparable.

Sara: Hahahah, you don’t have to worry about that. Send the car and I will introduce it to my new Louboutin pumps. We’ll see what your ex will say when he sees what my shoes did to his car. I promise you I will make sure it’s two-dimensional at the end of the session 

Client: OMG I love it !  Girl power!! Sorry, Ian 

Ian: Hahah, don’t worry. But please do send some proof of ownership with the car. We don’t want to run into any legal issues here.

Client: Don’t worry, the court gave the car to me. Lol, I just did that to spite my ex.

Sara: Looking forward to it! 

(…)

A few days passed before the neat little package arrived at their address. As soon as she returned from school Sara got to work. In fact, it was more than just another job to her, she looked forward to punishing their client’s mean ex-husband. She showered and did her make-up before letting her long, luxurious brown hair fall down her back. Then she put on her black Agent Provocateur lingerie because she wanted to feel sexy and feminine as she crunched the little car. She wore a long blue dress with a cutout that emphasized her long legs. A cherry on the top were her brand-new Louboutin Marykate Queen 100mm glittered silver pumps. When Ian entered the room, he stopped and catcalled.

“Wow babe, you look like a million dollars! That car won’t know what hit him.”

Sara just laughed and, as Ian set all the cameras and lights, she carefully tore the package with her long, manicured nails. In an additional transparent box sat a beautiful silver Ford Mustang approximately in 1:87 scale. Unlike similar-sized toys it wasn’t rough around the edges, it was perfectly detailed to microscopic level and pristine. It was evident how much his owner cherished it. Sara knew this wasn’t a toy car made of hard, dense plastic but rather a miniaturized real car, which meant it was made of metal thin as a tinfoil, if not thinner. That’s why she very gently picked it from the box with the tips of her fingernails. She didn’t want to damage it before the cameras rolled. She put the little car on the hard wooden floor roughly in the middle of the room. 

“Are you ready?” she asked her boyfriend.

“Yes, all cameras are rolling... NOW!”

What follows is a description of the final edit of the video they filmed:

First Sara walked around the room while Ian carefully followed with his handheld 4K camera. Another 4K camera was on the floor and its microphones caught a crystal-clear recording of Sara’s heels producing thunderous clacks on the hard wooden floor as she paced left and right behind the car. The vibrations were strong enough that the car jumped a bit up and down on its tiny shock absorbers.

CLACK. CLACK. CLACK

She stopped right behind the car to demonstrate how small it was relative to her heels. It was clear the entire car could easily fit beneath the platform of her mule.

“Hey Tony, your ex told me about your beautiful car.” Sara said as the upper camera focused on her pretty face looking down “Only she says you never let other people play with it. But now she owns it and she decided to borrow it to me so I can play a little. I hope you don’t mind.”

The focus turned to the ground camera as Sara turned her back to the car. Of course, she was so big only her heels were in the frame as they dwarfed the little Ford like two huge pillars.

“To tell you the truth I thought it was going to be a bit bigger. Even my shoes look like buildings next to it. I bet the car is short enough to fit between my heel and the platform.”

Sara turned around again, careful not to inadvertently step on the car. She stepped forward with her right foot and the entire car really fit under her insole.

“Hahaha” she giggled “that’s so pathetic. I can’t understand why you cared about it so much. How will I even get in? Hmm, let’s try.” 

She turned to the right, so the right side of her right foot was facing the camera, parallel to the car. She moved her foot in front of the car with the platform resting on the floor and the heel dangled precariously over the tiny car.

“Ok, I will try to climb inside somehow. Let’s be gentle, your ex-wife told me you are paranoid someone might scratching it.”

Sara lowered her right foot slightly, until the heel tip touched the roof. As she applied pressure the roof caved a bit. She lowered the heel even more until the glass on the doors exploded. She giggled.

“Uh, I think I need to apply a bit more force. By the way, the car is so small I can’t see what’s inside from up here. I hope your ex didn’t leave you in the driver’s seat by mistake Tony, I don’t think there is enough room for both you and my heel there” Sara giggled and lifted her heel again, this time stomping down hard. 

The gigantic heel went straight through the car, like hot knife goes through butter until the tip hit the wooden floor below producing a sharp boom. Some indeterminate fluid leaked on the floor. Sara started walking around as the camera followed her around the room. The little car, still impaled, went with her. 

CLACK. CLACK. CLACK. The pumps boomed on the floor as the upper camera showed Sara looking down with a smile. 

“Haha, is that your car Tony or shish kabob? It should be carrying me, not the other way around.” 

As Sara continued to pace left and right the vibrations of her enormous footsteps rattled the car so much it lost the front and back bumper and one side mirror on the way. 

“Wow, the little thing is not doing too well” Sara cooed with faux concern in her voice “It seems my Louboutin’s are too much for it to handle. Here, I’ll remove you little guy.”

The handheld camera followed her as she sat on the nearby chair. She gently pressed on the hood of the car with her left toebox to pin it down. As gentle as she was, she was less dexterous than with her fingers, so the hood crumpled a bit under the weight and the windshield exploded.

Still, she managed to pull her right heel from the car. Little Ford was beginning to look much less pristine and much more like some crudely drawn picture of the original car. Still, it was mostly whole as Sara used her toe to rotate the car sideways. 

“Uh, this didn’t work. Let’s try to enter through the door.”

She then used her left heel to kick the right door out. 

“Hmm, I can’t fit there either. Let’s try to make it a convertible.” 

Sara positioned the car under the platform of her pump and pressed down on the already mangled roof and A pillars lightly but firmly. The whole structure caved in until the car was no higher than its hood. Even white such careful moves Sara’s weight was too much; the shock absorbers gave out and the tires exploded. Sara removed her foot from the car and camera showed her face as she looked down.

“Eh, it was nice playing with your toy, but I grew bored with it to be honest. I can’t seem to fit inside no matter how I try. I much prefer playing with expensive shoes anyway. So, one final lesson for you Tony: what would happen if your poor, neglected wife wanted to leave you and you tried to block her way with your oh-so-powerful Mustang.”

Sara moved to the opposite wall of the room and faced the car. The whole scene was filmed with two cameras: 1. Handheld from across the room showing a very modelesque Sara on the opposite side of the room with the little car in the middle. 2. On the floor right next to the car

Sara started walking as if she was on a catwalk: left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot. As she was about to step on the tiny car with her right foot the focus shifted to the floor camera, just in time for the tiny car to disappear beneath Sara’s Louboutin pump with a soft metallic crunch. She stood on it with her full weight as she moved her left foot next to the right one. Then she turned in place, first to the left and then to the right, as the camera returned to full body shot showing Sara throwing her hair behind her shoulder like in a hair shampoo ad and pouting her lips. She then lifted her right foot to reveal the empty floor. The ground camera briefly showed the same before returning to the full body shot. Sara opened her mouth in feigned shock and put her hand over her mouth. 

“Oh my God! Where did the little car go? Did the powerful Mustang manage to get away from the big bad girl” she teased in baby voice. As she finished saying that Sara rotated on her left foot and raised her right foot back and towards the camera. The handheld camera zoomed in to show the car was now just a black and silver sticker on the red sole of her expensive Louboutin’s. Sara looked over her shoulder and giggled.

“Gee Tony, I hope you have a good car insurance. It seems my size 9.5 (40EU) pumps turned your cherished toy into a pancake.” 

She lowered her foot back on the ground with a loud thud. 

“This is what happens when you leave your toys on the floor Tony” Sara finished and blew a kiss to the camera.

(…)

The video ends here.