“Jim. Please don’t make a spectacle of yourself.” Two long maroon-tipped fingers pinched the bridge of a spritely noise between two glass-blues eyes currently hidden behind eyelids which were closed in embarrassment. “You know when we set out on this path one of us was going to be in my position and one of us was going to be in your position.”
Opening her eyes, Brittany Yvchien sighed. Her gaze settled upon a sharp dressed 30 something. On the lower end of 6ft, he didn’t quite embody a ‘titan’ of industry, but he was the Chairman and Owner of Brittany’s largest rival. And also, her former husband, but that was neither here nor there. She stared into his tear-soaked eyes, “Look. We can go about this amicably or you can go about this the hard way and have the story leaked to Forbes and everybody can read how the, once invincible, Jim Hartley broke easier than balsa wood when faced with takeover. OR you can take it like a man and have some shred of dignity remaining once this is all said and done.”
Wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his newly tailored suit, Jim took a large gulp and rose to his full height. At 6ft 1in, he stood just a few inches above Brittany’s own 5ft 9in frame.
Brittany smiled and reached up with her left hand and softly slapped Jim’s cheek, “There we go. Now this doesn’t mean I’m going to drain any last drop of dignity from you eventually, but for now you can go out, somewhat, on your own terms. I know how important putting a strong-face was to you.” She smiled gleefully into Jim’s broken visage.
Jim flinched slightly at his former lover’s touch. A touch that will come to represent an entirely new dynamic in a few short hours.
“Now then.” Brittany broke the moment, with a step back from Jim. “Shall we begin the proceedings.” Her hand waved to a long table filled with multiple lawyers, executives, and press. The hostile takeover of Harttech by Komodo Biological Technologies had begun.
Harttech had been Jim’s life work. What had started as a side-project during college had blossomed into one of the largest Biotechnology firms in the world. Third only behind Komodo and Vilecio. He and Brittany had met shortly after he came up with the idea. The two worked tirelessly through their 20s to see the company go public when they were both 28. Within the following year, however, things soured and one of the corporate world’s most powerful couples split. To say it amicable would be more than a lie. Though the exact details behind the split were never revealed, Brittany was allowed to take ¼ of the company to lead and develop. Thus began one of the most bitter rivalries in the industry.
4 years later, the two now met on another unequal playing field. A hostile takeover. Hostile takeovers had changed from how they were conducted. Not only was one company acquiring another’s assets. No, they were acquiring the entire culture and knowledge of that company as well. As such, many owners and executives of taken over companies found themselves tied to the things they had created, entwined by what they knew. No more golden parachutes for those who were deemed ‘too essential’ to a company’s success to be kicked out the door to enjoy retirement. Instead they were to serve as ‘advisors’ to the new company. In the past this was often met by sabotage and deceit from those formerly in power – thus a new law was passed (after much lobbying) to leverage the shrinking technology developed by the very same industry and place ‘advisors’ into the custody of a designated ‘advisory liaison’. Unfortunately for Jim, Komodo’s liaison was currently sat across from him. A pleased smirk worn on her face.
“Sign here.” “Here.” “Thumbprint here.” Jim poked and pressed at the tablet presented to him in a zombie-like trance. His life as he knew it was over in a few short hours to become whatever Brittany had planned for him.
As the proceeding finished, the assembled parties slowly filtered out the 32nd floor boardroom in Harttech’s headquarters until it was just Jim and Brittany remaining. His face buried in his hands, Jim sobbed quietly; the familiar sound of Birttany’s heels against the floor came around the table until he could feel her presence over his right shoulder.
“You’re gonna love working for me, Jim.” Brittany whispered giddily into Jim’s ear. Her footsteps grew distant and she left the room, leaving Jim alone.
“Any questions, Mr. Hartley?” A Greying technician with a paunch asked as he strapped a nude Jim into the cylindrical tube of the shrinking chamber.
“How do you live with yourselves?” Jim spat.
The technician was unfazed, “Mr. Hartley. YOU hired me to do this job.”
Jim’s throat went-dry, the irony not left on him that he had been in Brittany’s position at least half-a-dozen times before.
“Any other questions?” The technician asked sternly.
This time, Jim was silent.
With a few more button pushes and safety checks, Jim was pushed into the tube. The cold air washed over him as he fell asleep.
*THUMP* *THUMP* “Wakey wakey, little guy. No sleeping on the clock!” *THUMP* *THUMP*
Jim’s head throbbed as he opened his eyes. He raised his hands to his rub his face and head and groaned. “Uhhhh. Where am –“ He stopped as his memory quickly came back. A yellow floor, ceiling, and walls surrounded him on all but his left side as he lied upon what resembled a memory foam mattress. “Please God, no.” Jim forced himself to open his eyes and turn his head to left.
Brittany squealed as Jim’s eyes met hers. His tiny body completely exposed to the world while she wore a teal sport jacket over a white blouse; sharply dressed as always.
“Jimmy! Ready for the first day of the rest of your life?” She teased as she pressed a trigger on her phone.
Jim was startled as the glass divide between he and his titanic Ex-wife dissolved away.
Brittany wasted no time. Her left-hand dove in and quickly pulled Jim into her palm.
Jim screamed out in, both, surprise and terror as Brittany’s soft, but powerful, fingers ensnared him. His world went dark ever-so-briefly as his body encapsulated by the gigantic fingers and palm.
Pulling her hand from Jim’s enclosure, Brittany could barely contain herself. Though she had done numerous takeovers leading to this point, this was something new. It was like finally getting to the main course after so many appetizers.
Jim’s body was oddly comfortable in the hand as Brittany’s body heat warmed him. He was soon smacked in the face by the cold air from the lab as the fingers opened, revealing Brittany’s giant face hovering above him.
Brittany inspected her prize. Jim was no more than 4-inches long. His little body an exact miniaturization of his normal form. His dick sitting uselessness between his legs, something that he would have no use for any longer.
“Make yourself comfy.” Brittany boomed.
Jim’s heart lept from his chest and the surface of Brittany’s hand shifted below him. Her fingers curled upward behind him, creating a wall of sorts.
“Take a seat against that. It’s time for orientation.” Brittany smiled.
Jim sighed, Brittany was always one to make a spectacle and game of things. That’s why the clashed so much in their marriage. He wanted to tell her to knock-it-off and just get on with things but resigned himself to whatever she had planned.
“Comfy?” She boomed once more as Jim situated himself against her fingers.
Jim was blasted in the face by the giantess’ hot breath. Tears in his eyes, he held up a weak thumbs-up.
Brittany couldn’t help but laugh. “Good! Let’s begin!”
Slowly, Brittany turned from Jim’s enclosure, careful not to swing him off her hand. Her heels clacked against the concrete floor as she began to walk.
“Let me be the first to welcome you, Mr.Hartely, to your knew role as ‘in-house advisor’ to the Chief Excective, Chairwoman, and Owner of KBT, Ms. Brittany Yvchien. That would be me.”
Jim sighed as the teasing and humiliation had begun.
“As advisor, your roles are many and important. I know how much effort you put into building your company so nobody quite knows its intricacies like you would. Well, maybe one other person would…”
Jim’s stomach sank as Brittany spoke, he felt the conversation beginning to turn from it’s informational tone into something else.
“…in fact, one other person may know the company better than you. Maybe the one other person was the one who laid out the entire groundwork for how the company should function and its goals. A blueprint that was so well made that it practically ran and grew the company after the other person’s departure.”
Brittany’s pace increased.
Jim had to burry his hands and feet into the folds of Brittany’s skin to steady himself.
The two eventually arrived at an elevator. Brittany placed her hand on a pad and pressed a few buttons, a computerized voiced chimed the destination. “25th floor. Brittany Yvchien’s office”
Jim’s heart-rate increased.
Stepping into the elevator, Brittany turned to face out. A large glass tube encased the elevator giving occupants a view of Nashville as the elevator rose.
“I would say the cliché that this is a new day, Jim.” Brittany monologued as the elevator lifted skyward and the sun mirrored it over the city below. “But this isn’t. This is another day in my life. In fact, this is more of a coming-home party. Me getting what is rightfully mine in Harttley Tech, but in also in one other aspect. You.”
Jim grew sick as his Ex-wife’s attitude and intentions began to be revealed.
“When we divorced, I knew it wasn’t out of incompatibility or from our constant fights. No. It was out of fear. You saw you couldn’t have done what you did without me. You knew who had the real brains, brawn…power, so you thought by casting me out and spinning PR, you’d keep yourself as the man at the top.”
Jim stared up at Brittany’s deeply red lips. Shining in the morning sun.
The elevator pinged, “Welcome home, Ms. Yvchien.” The masculine voice chimed.
“By listening to your fear, you only doomed yourself further.” Brittany moved to her desk and sat down in a massive leather-backed chair. “You fought and tried to get rid of me, but in the end you’re here. Literally in the palm of my hand. You won’t be advising me on anything. I think the only times I needed your input was for what looked good when we going to a party. I quite liked that dynamic. Didn’t you? Me trying my damndest to impress while you said I looked great no matter what.” Brittany tilted her hand, this forced Jim to slid off the soft palm onto the hard surface of her desk.
He stood, knees shaking, as Brittany leaned back and placed her hands behind her head while still speaking.
“Nothing but a Yes man. Not a pure thought in your little head. That’s no problem though! I’m surrounded everyday by some of the smartest people in the world. Thoughts flowing and being tossed around can be exhausting. Sometimes all a person need is somebody else to say ‘yes’ no matter what. And you, Jim, I think would fit that role perfectly.” She smiled.
“B-Britt. Wh-what are you on about?” He tried to emit one last image of strength which only earned a laugh.
Brittany leaned forward and softly blew on her tiny Ex-husband. “Jimmy. Jimmy. Don’t put on that macho act. The winds of change have blown and you’re too late to cast your sail.”
Her hands reached down.
Jim watched as she fiddled below her desk before leaning back again.
Jim’s eyes grew in terror as a shadow was cast upon him. Brittany swung her legs onto her desk. Her bare feet flexing in the cool air of her office. Her red painted toes shining in the sunlight coming from behind her. Jim screamed as he jumped out of the way as the heel of one of Brittany’s feet crashed onto the desk. He rolled a few centimeters before standing back up. His eyes looked up to his new desk mates, then up Brittany’s legs. He saw she wasn’t wearing any underwear under skirt and gulped. Then let his eyes continue up to Brittany’s face.
She wore the smirk of somebody who was victorious but wasn’t finished.
“Now, Jim. Let’s see how good you are at saying Yes. Does the colour on my toes bring any memories?”
Jim’s mind raced, why would he remember her toe colour? “N-no.” He stammered.
“Wrong answer!” She bellowed. Her right leg lifted, and she slammed her foot down onto Jim.
Jim screamed, closed his eys, and held his arms up in a futile attempt from getting crushed.
“Did you piss on my desk?” Brittany asked, eyebrows raised.
Jim, frozen in place, opened his eyes. Looking down, he had indeed pissed himself out of fear. But most importantly, he was alive, but now stood between Brittany’s big and second toe on her right foot.
“I thought a closer look would spark your memory. This colour, my little guy, is what I wore the day we got divorced. Do you know what it’s called?” She asked gleefully, anticipating Jim’s answer.
“N-no.” Jim stammered again.
“Damn. You’re really not making a good first impression on the new boss, Jim.” Brittany squeezed her toes together and trapped Jim’s legs.
The little man lost his balance with the loss of his legs and his torso fell forward, he fell face first into crevice between the toes.
Brittany roared uproariously at the sight. “OH JIM! Please don’t prostrate yourself…yet.” And then continued “It’s called ‘She Wants Revenge Red’ and that day was the only day I wore it. Well, that day and today.”
Jim pushed himself up, his face free from the smooth skin between his ex’s toes.
“Jim. I do want revenge. I want revenge from you trying to end me, end my career, end what I could do for the world. However, I don’t want you to fear me. No, that’s to easy. I’ve had so many others fear me. I want you to love me. Adore me. I want to be the perfect little Yes man. You’re only going to be happy if you’re serving me. How does that sound?” She finally stopped.
Jim, still trapped between her digits, stared up at Brittany. At first he was silent and then began to laugh.
“You’re fucking crazy! That’s why I divorced you. You didn’t want a partner, you wanted somebody to rule over. Me giving you ¼ of MY company was out of respect for our relationship. I should’ve given you nothing. You should be out on the street begging. I don’t care what you do to me. The only thing you’re going to hear from me is a hearty ‘go fuck yourself’”
Brittany heard all of this clearly thanks to the speakers in her glasses transmitting Jim’s voice.
She grimaced for a second and then splayed her toes, releasing Jim and allowing him to stand on his own.
Jim thought he had gotten through to the giant psycho until she lifted her leg once more.
“Wrong. Answer.” She said sternly and this time letting her foot land completely upon her tiny captive. “Oh, Jim. By the time we’re done, you’re going to be begging me to let you catalogue my nail polish collection.”
Jims screams of protests were muffled by the flesh of Brittany’s sole. His body sealed against the desk and her foot with no room to move.
Brittany’s toes wiggled with anticipation at the days and weeks ahead.
With Jim firmly underfoot, Brittany pulled her cellphone from off her desk and opened the ‘Chirper’ app. She opened up a Chirp and began typing: “Let me pleased to announce the acquisition of Harttech Enterprises by KBT! -BY”
With a satisfied press of her thumb against the screen, the Chirp was sent worldwide notifying millions of her latest, and largest, victory. She kept her feet firmly planted as she scrolled through her phone. The day’s perspiration beginning.
Jim, meanwhile, screamed futility into Brittany’s massive sole. His screams muffled as her flesh pressed into his face, covering his orifices.
Britney hummed softly as she angled her foot slightly off of Jim.
“Let’s add to your list of job responsibilities. You’ll not speak until spoken to. Got it?”
Jim attempted to sit up, “Fire me, you bitch!”
“Nope.” Brittney snapped a picture of Jim before sealing him back under her sole.
“Enjoying orientation!” she chirped out to her audience.
Jim continued to fight and resist but was soon worn down as Brittney’s foot did not yield from his body.
Brittney felt Jim’s body go still and removed her feet from the desk, placing them back on the floor. “Hm. Not even 9AM and you’re already wearing down. I thought you more energy than that, Mr.Hartely?”
Jim remained silent, gasping for air, his body covered in a film of Brittney’s sweat and foot grease.
“Stand.” Brittney ordered. “No lying down on the job.”
Jim was slow to get up, but pushed himself to his feet on the desk of titanic ex.
“Glad to see you’re finally starting to listen.” Brittney teased, looking at Jim’s slumped form and moved her mouth to the side in a sign of displeasure. “You know what, I think I’d like for you to stand at attention whenever you’re not working. It brings some professionalism. Stand with your hands crossed behind your back unless I have you doing something.”
Jim, his hands on his knees, still gasping for air, shot his most intimidating look to Brittney who simply yawned.
“But, Britt. Wouldn’t it be professional to also give me some clothes?” He tried to protest.
“First of all.” Brittney sat up, “You will only address me by Ms. Yvchien. If you must give me a nickname, any of the following will do: Goddess, Queen, Your Highness, or The Big Cheese.” Brittney laughed with the last name. “Second of all,” she continued “I just blasted your miniscule little dick out to the entire world. So anybody who hasn’t seen it yet ain’t missing anything special. I’m not going to waste clothes on a doll.”
Jim’s face burned with shame and embarrassment, but he had no retort.
“Any other questions?” Brittney asked, knowing she had parried Jim handily.
“No.” Jim replied, sullenly.
“No…?” Brittney was quick to correct him.
“No, Miss Yvchien.” Glad to see you’re learning. “Now, stand as we discussed. We’re about to have company.”
Jim wanted to retort and argue, people couldn’t see him like this, but he resigned himself for now.
Brittney clapped as Jim stood with his hands behind his back, his face stoic and check puffed out slightly. She sent a voice message to their guest, she wanted Jim to be 100% sure who was coming in. “Katelyn, please bring in the kit.”
The blood drained from Jim’s face. “Katelyn? As in my secretary Katelyn?” He spoke up to Brittney who shushed him.
Jim heard the door to Brittney’s office swing in and turned his head. Sure enough, the girl who had been Jim’s personal aide for 2 ½ years walked in, a wooden tray being carried between her hands. She was used to looking down on her carrying his coffee, now she brought the tools of his next humiliation.
“Katelyn, I’d like you to meet our newest employee, Jim.” Brittney welcomed her guest. “Jim. Meet Katelyn.” Jim let himself fall out of attention as he stared up at his gigantic secretary.
Both women laughed, “Oh, please don’t lose your composure, Jim.” Brittney scolded him. “Katelyn is as much your superior as I am and you will show her the same respect. Got it?”
Jim remained silent.
“Sorry. He’s a little shy.” Brittney teased, “Please place the tray down on the left.”
Katelyn did as Brittney asked and placed the wooden tray down to the left of Jim.
“Still drinking your coffee with two sugar, Mr. Hartley?” Katelyn asked, obviously unsure of what to say or how to act other than reveling in his size.
“Please, Kate” Brittney interrupted, “Mr. is such a formal title. Call him what you wish.”
Katelyn smiled and nodded. “Squirt.” Katelyn’s eyes narrowed.
Brittney broke into laughed, Jim almost laughed himself “Fucking cute bitch.” He thought.
“SQUIRT?” Brittney enquired.
Katelyn shuffled a little, “Squirt is what Mr…Squirt called me because I’m only 5’4. I though it would be nice to return the favour.”
“I LOVE IT!” Brittney clapped her hands together. “Alrighty squirt, give Ms. Katelyn here a little bow.”
Jim’s face burned with embarrassment as he followed Brittney’s command, earning a little laugh from Katelyn.
“Thanks, Kate! If training goes well, I may let you and other departments borrow him for ‘advising’.”
“That’d be wonderful! Thank you Ms. Yvchien!” With that, Katelyn left the room.
Turning their attention to the wooden tray, Brittney’s face lit up and Jim’s face sunk.
“More…foot stuff…” He looked into his Ex’s face. She nodded.
“Oh yes, my dear ex! Don’t worry, however, you’re going to be well acquainted with every part of me, just wait until I have you on armpit duty. But first you must, as you told me at our divorce hearings ‘start your way back from the bottom.’ So you will start your way from the soles on up.”
Reaching to her left, Brittney grabbed the train and explained everything before Jim.
“Enzyme, Toe separators, Paint Applicator, ‘Victory Blue’ polish, polish remover, rasp, teeny tiny gloves, and little bottle of water.”
“You tried to get me to do this shit at normal size.” Jim commented.
“Yes, but I’m making you do it now.” Brittney retorted.
Jim could only watch powerless as Brittney leaned back once again and swung her peds onto the desk. Her soles towered over his miniscule body.
Jim stared up in, both, awe and incredulousness. Brittney was always one to make a point, but this was downright dehumanizing. Craning his neck, his eyes took in the wrinkles of his former wife’s soles. They flexed and before him, as if to put on a show of their power over him.
“How’s the view, Jim?” Brittney asked the air as her shrunken former husband was completely obscured by her feet.
Jim remained silent.
Brittney continued her teasing, “Silent and ready for orders. I like that from employees.”
This caused Jim’s face to burn red as he wanted to retort but didn’t want to be pressed into the desk again.
Placing her arms behind her head, Brittney leaned back in her chair and stared up to the ceiling as she spoke, her eyes staring out the skylight of her office to the clear sky above. She wiggled flexed her toes.
“To your right, dunk your hands in that container of enzyme, and then begin applying it to my heels. It should soften the skin enough to allow your puny arms to use that rasp afterward.”
Jim couldn’t believe it. He first looked at Brittney’s slightly calloused heels, then to the vat of blue enzyme, then through a small gap between Brittney’s feet to her face. His stomach sank as it wasn’t even focused on him. It was like she was delegating tasks to a true subordinate.
“Helllooo. Earth to Jim. You got that?” Britteny spoke.
Jim sighed, “Yes.” He flinched however as Brittney’s right foot began to lower.
“Yes what?” she barked.
“Yes, Ms. Yvchien.” He replied in defeat and trudged over to his arsenal for this battle. Standing over the small tub of enzyme, it was a hazy blue colour. He recognized the product. It had been developed while he and Brittney were stilled married. It was ,actually, her idea and turned into one of their first successful products. With a deep breath, he dipped his arms into the cool surface and gasped as the chill of the mixture zapped the warmth from his arms, “Fucking mentholated.” He cussed.
“What was that?” Brittney asked, her eyes closed and head relaxed in anticipation of her pampering.
“Nothing, dear.” Jim spoke reflexively from an era long gone.
“Dear?” Brittney chuckled inquisitively.
“Uh. I-I meant, Ms. Yvchien.” Jim stumbled over himself as he didn’t want to earn Brittney’s wrath.
“Whatever, you little idiot. Just get to work.” His gigantic ex commanded.
With an armful of enzyme, Jim walked back slowly. He was careful not to drop any enzyme on Brittney’s desk. Soon enough, he was mere scale inches away from Brittney’s right heel. He took a deep breath and pushed his arms into the rough, yet deceivingly pillowy flesh.
“Thaaaat’s a good little man.” Brittney coo’d as she felt the menthol touch her warm skin. “I can’t even tell you how many executives of my acquisitions I’ve had do this, but you, Jim, I can tell are going to be a natural…”
The two remained like this over next hour. Jim struggled to cover his gigantic ex’s soles with the enzyme while she humiliated him in little ways. As she lowered her foot for Jim to reach the ball and instep of her foot, Brittney spread her toes and caught peeks of Jim working between.
“When you get to my toes, realllly get into those crevices. I want to see you breaking a sweat. Remember, hard work is its own reward. I have a gala to attend in Birmingham tonight and I want every inch of me to look and feel great.”
This caught Jim’s attention and he briefly stopped to gaze up toward Brittney from between her toes. Birmingham, Alabama was their hometown and where they had both attended undergrad.
Brittney caught sight of her former husband’s gaze and smirked. “Oh I guess nobody told you. In honour of all my success the city is renaming Hartley Square to Yvchien Square. I mean, I guess they saw no point in honouring their favourite daughter’s little pet any longer.”
Jim’s stomach sank. Brittney was pushing the dagger from the last month of his life even deeper when he thought it couldn’t be worse.
“Don’t be so sad, little man! You’ll be there as well. When they ask how I managed to look so good, I’ll give you your due. In fact, you’ll be front and center for all the cameras and our friends and family to see! It’ll be like old times when we used to go out as a couple, except this time you’ll be my literal trophy husband.” Brittany tossed her head back and laughed
Jim, dejected, stood with his head hanging and arms at his side in the shadow of Brittney’s titanic ped. He was quickly motivated however, by her booming voice.
“If I don’t feel those miserable little hands back on my sole, somebody is going to find themselves better acquainted with it.”
Jim jumped to attention and pushed his hands and arms back into Brittney’s sole, earning a satisfied coo.
“You know. I saw some files from our acquisition regarding organic matter manipulation. I wonder if it’s possible to turn humans into clothing? Insoles for example?” Brittney thought aloud.
Jim shuddered as at the thought of somebody like Brittney having that kind of technology. He continued to scrub, working his way toward her toes, eventually standing before them.
Brittney gave him a thumbs up, “Congrats. You’re almost finished with foot number one.”
Jim stared down into the Burgundy-Red surface of the big toe on his Ex-wife’s right foot. He stared into his own eyes, they were already heavy with exhaustion and it wasn’t even lunch. The polish reflected light perfectly and gave the illusion that he was actually trapped inside the toe-nail itself.
Brittney watched with interest as Jim stared at her toe-nail. She wondered what was going through his mind. Whatever his thoughts were, she bet they involved how humiliated and beaten he felt. How she, the woman he had tried to cast out of his life, had come back with a vengeance.
“See something you like?” Brittney spoke.
Jim was started by her thunderous voice and jumped back from her toe. “Huh!? Oh. What. Uh, no.”
“Shame,” Brittney put on a fake frown and pouty voice, “I thought you had found your true love in my toe. You can kiss it if ya want.” She stifled her laughter.
“No thank you, Bri-“ Jim caught himself, “I mean Ms. Yvchien.”
Brittney shrugged, “Alrighty.” She then snapped her fingers. “Just get back to work.” With this Brittney spread her toes, “Really get in those crevices. Get on your hands and knees if you have to, but I don’t want a single square micron overlooked.”
Jim, at first, resisted, and attempted to reach-low like he was washing a car. His efforts were futile, however, as his reach wasn’t quite long enough to get all the way between Brittney’s toes. He took a deep breath and sighed, his knees and palms were soon on the ground with is ass in the air.
Brittney held her breath and watched with glee as her ex-husband was literally on his hands-and-knees at her feet. It was like a fantasy fulfilled. She waited carefully until Jim was situation perfectly and then pinched her toes together.
Jim worked the solution carefully into the skin between Brittney’s big and second toe. The warmth of her body surrounding him on all sides almost. He took a slow breath in, resisting the scent which was already beginning to establish itself between the digits. As he reached closer to wedge between the toes, the air was crushed out of him and his face was pushed into darkness.
Brittney emitted an uproarious laugh at the scene before her. It was like something out of a cartoon. One second her toes were splayed with Jim working his body between them. The next, they were back together with his body flailing futilely between them. The force of her toes closed had twisted Jim’s body so that the right-half stuck up in the air while the left half was toward the table. His head was jammed comfortably deep into the crevice. She wiggled her toes slightly and enjoyed the feeling of sweat and enzyme being transferred from her foot onto her tiny ex.
“BWITKNEE!” He screamed as his face was shoved into the skin. His arms and legs struggled to pry apart her toes. With his mouth nearly sealed by Brittney’s skin and his chest stuck in the vice of her digits, Jim felt himself begin to lost consciousness ‘BWITknee, bwit…” he began to trail off as the darkness settled upon him.
Brittney continued laughing as she held Jim for over a minute, his body slowly going limp until it was almost still. It was then she finally spread her toes again. His body dropped with a soft smack onto her desk.
At the moment the darkness was embracing him, Jim’s world filled back with light and fresh air rushed back into his lungs. He felt the sting of Brittney’s desk when he struck the surface and opened his eyes, he gasped for air like a fish-out-of water. His ears rung with Brittney’s laughter.
“What happened to the wrestler I dated in college!?” Brittney jeered. “Were my toes too much for you?”
Jim turned onto his back just in time to see Brittney’s sole above, it wrinkled and rippled as if to wave below to him.
“Sorry. I forgot you were down there.” Brittney blatantly lied. “Do you need to file a worker’s comp? I think this would be filed under T for Toe Jam. “
Jim was, once more, completely powerless as Brittney dominated and humiliated him. He gritted his teeth and rose back to his feet.
“Might I continue, Ms. Yvchien.” He looked sternly into Brittney’s eyes.
Brittney lifted her eyebrow at Jim’s response, “Might you?”
Jim nodded, his eyes focused.
“Hmmm. I supposed so…” Brittney began to lower her foot to awaiting ‘employee’. “Oh” she stopped “But first show the world how much you want to.”
Jim noticed the camera of Brittney’s phone pointed at him.
“It’s tough today to be an executive and not be active on Social Media. Thought I’d get some good content out of this.” Brittney spoke from behind the black rectangle.
Jim bit his lip.
“Say how much you want to get between my toes, Jim. Tell the world about how much better of a leader and executive I am. Let them hear how you’re much better suited for your current role.”
“Britt, please.” He attempted to protest. Even this was beyond her usual show of dominance.
His plea was simply met with the gigantic foot of his Ex back before him, her toes closed tight together. He sighed and knew what she wanted.
Brittney focused in on Jim as he, once more, got back onto his hands and knees at her foot.
“Brittn-“ Jim was cut off by a small stomp of Brittney’s foot. “-Ms. Yvchien. May I please get back between your toes to finish my job.”
“Why?” She goaded
Jim, resentfully, played along “Because it would be my pleasure to care for such a successful leader.”
“Mr. Hartley! So forward.” She teased from behind the camera. “But if you think you’re better suited between my toes than a boardroom, I’m not one to argue.”
Jim could only watch painfully as her toes spread once more, allowing him access.
Brittney watched with glee as her ex-husband debased himself for her entertainment and pleasure. She stopped the camera once his body was snuggly back between her toes.
“This is a good intro the gala, I suppose….” Brittney chirped out the video