“Oh, c’mon, this is not fun.” A feminine voice cooed

“Please, no more. You got what you want. Just end me
already.” An, obviously beaten, voice replied.

“End you? No way, sir. Not for how much I’ve been paid.”

From there the scene played out in a cartoon-like manner. A small
man ran between the legs of a, comparatively giant, woman. She laughed as his
little body passed under her.

“Tom! Not fair, dude!” the woman yelled and turned on her
heel. She stood with her hands on her hips and watched the little figure make
slow progress across the hardwood floor. With a roll of her eyes and sight, she
took two large strides and stood once more in front of her prey.

Tom screamed as a giant foot landed before him. Unable to
stop, his body crashed into the warm flesh, knocking the wind out of his lungs.

The female reached down and grabbed Tom in her right hand,
her purple-nailed fingers curled around him to keep him from falling before her
hand stopped in-front of her face. She opened her fingers, revealing Tom’s
cowering body in her palm.

“You seriously think I’m one of those people?” She
asked, incredulously. Her mind echoing Tom’s words about her “ending him”.

“Amanda.” Tom began, exasperated “W-why else would you
reduce me?”

“Think about it, silly!” The gigantic red head began, bubbly
“Fresh college grad. High amounts of debt. Useless Anthropology degree. Former
track star…”

Tom remined silent and he stared into Amanda’s green eyes.

“You come from a rich family…” she motioned with her other
hand to try to help Tom catch on. “Oh God. No wonder I did all the work when we
were grouped together.”

Tom continued to stare into Amanda’s eyes, entranced.

“You’re such a himbo.” Amanda sighed. “You rich. Me not
rich. Me need money. Me young and athletic. Other rich people like toys.”

Tom’s eyes grew wide as the reality hit him. “So, this wasn’t
a date?”

Amanda groaned. “Tom, though you are extremely attractive, I
doubt you’d be able to do much for me now. Although…” Amanda shook her head as
lewd thoughts bubbled into her mind. “…no. Anyways, sorry pal. Not a date.”

Tom looked dejected.

“Oh, don’t look so sad.” The titanic kidnapper spoke to her
possession, her bare feet slapping against the floor as she walked up to Tom’s
bedroom where her stuff was. “You may remember Lily Fountainbleu?” Amanda asked
as she trudged up a flight of stairs.

“Lonely Lily!?” He asked, incredulously.

“Lonely. RICH. Lily.” Amanda shot back, her mind played back
the time she, Tom, and Lily were in a group project for a sociology class. How
Tom got so much on Lily’s nerves with his Dude-Bro attitude.

“Well,” Amanda reached the top of the stairs and walked down
a long hall to Tom’s room. “After Lily’s parents died tried to circumnavigate
the globe and she inherited their MASSIVE wealth, she decided to branch out.
She started a mercenary group…”

“Whatttt?” Tom asked dumbfounded.

“I know, right?” Amanda answered back, “Well, anyways, I certainly
didn’t know she had it in her, but a lot of people with a lot of money want a
lot of other people dead or otherwise.” She let her words hang in the air.

“Lily wanted me dead!?” Tom screamed.

Amanda, once again, sighed at Tom’s inability to pick-up on
context clues. “I believe you fall into the ‘otherwise’ category.”

“What does that mean?” Tom asked as Amanda dumped him from
her hand onto a bed-side table.

“Welp. It wasn’t really explained to me. All I know is, I
was desperate for a job, Lily reached out to me about a year ago. And here I
am, playing the role of Shrinking Seductress.” Amanda stood in-front of a
wall-sized mirror and began to take off her green dress “I *think* she’s going
to use you as a party favor for some gala she’s having. You’re not the first of
her former classmates I’ve been sent after. Probably won’t be the last.”

Amanda walked over toward Tom and smiled as he stared
wide-eyed at her naked body. She winked “Just gotta get a new change of clothes”.
 She grabbed her purse from next to Tom
and pulled out a miniature backpack which would fit Tom perfectly. She then
rummaged through her purse again and pulled out her moneymaker, the LI-2565 Reductress.
She adjusted some settings and threw the backpack on the bed. Pointing the
pistol, she pulled the trigger until the backpack was full-sized.

“So great for travelling.” She quipped to Tom.

“You mind, uh, doing the same to me?” Tom asked hopeful.

“Sorry, Tom, I think 6-inches suits you quite well.” She chuckled
as she grabbed her backpack.She opened the backpack and pulled out a white ‘Cal’
T-Shirt along with a pair of jean shorts. A pair of white Nike’s followed.

Much to Tom’s chagrin, Amanda was quickly dressed.

“Alright, little guy, it’s been fun catching up after 3 years,
but it’s time to bid adieu.” Amanda reached one final time into her purse and
pulled out a blackened vial.  On it was a
label with ‘live specimen’ written. Amanda grabbed Tom in her other hand and
gave him a small kiss.

“Nighty night little guy.” She cooed as Tom resistance slowly
faded. His naked body was covered in a red imprint of her lips. Her lipstick was
one of Lily’s latest creations – packed with any drug desired. Completely
harmless to anyone but the desired target.

Carefully, she placed Tom’s sleeping body into the vial and
screwed the security lid into place. Pulling out her phone from her purse she
dialed a designated number and waited a few minutes before a small hum sounded
from Tom’s bedroom balcony. Amanda stepped outside to greet one of the
specialized drones used by Lily. She inserted the vial containing Tom into the
drone’s payload and gave a wave. Nearly silent, the drone flew off into the
night.

“Cha-ching!” Amanda yelled as her phone buzzed signifying
payment for another successful mission. After an hour of careful cleaning and rearranging
of Tom’s home, Amanda left through the front door. Her black Porshe 911 purred
softly as it had prestarted minutes prior.

As her car roared through the hills of Southern California,
Amanda thought of her life thus far and the adventures she had gone on. Everywhere
form Beijing to Buffalo. What a difference a year made.

As the clock struck 1:15AM, she pulled into her own driveway
in Encinitas. She could hear the waves crashing against the shore less than
half a mile away. She got out the car with a loud yawn and stretch. Pressing her
phone, her front door unlocked, and she stepped inside. As she stepped inside her
foyer, I.Allegro by Bach played softly – something she had grown accustomed to during
her Humanities course in college. A pair of fresh cotton slipper lay awaiting
her.

“Wonderful.” She whispered.

She slipped off her tennis shoes and carefully placed her
feet into the slippers. From here she walked into her study and collapsed into
her favourite recliner. A freshly made old fashioned awaited her. A habit she
had adopted from her grandfather when he took her out to his favourite bars for
her 21st birthday.

Amanda closed her eyes and savoured the drink. Not ever
mission was as easy as this, so she had taken to 2 hours of relaxation time at
the end of each mission regardless of ease.

Lying with her eyes closed, Amanda took another sip of he
drink and then, as if on cue, she felt her slippers be removed.

Amanda kept her eyes closed and smiled, “Is that Heather or
Cody?”

“Heather miss.” A gentle voice replied.

Amanda opened her eyes and smiled.  3ft-tall Heather stood at the foot of the
chair dressed in a Victorian-era maid outfit. “Good girl.” Amanda raised her
glass as a toast to the woman who blushed. Heather carefully began kneading
Amanda’s soles, earning a satisfied moan.

“Cody.” Amanda softly spoke as Cody shouldn’t be too far
from Heather. Quickly a 3ft-tall man stood to Amanda’s left.

“Yes, miss?” He replied, dressed sharply in Victorian Butler
garb

“Top off?” She asked, clinking the ice in her nearly empty
glass.

“Certainly, miss.” Cody grabbed the glass and went off to
the kitchen to mix another cocktail for his employee.

Cody and Heather were gifts from Lily after Amanda’s 10th
mission. A genuine surprise. Lily knew absolutely everything about a person’s
past and present. Cody had been Amanda’s high-school sweetheart, but when they
both went off to different colleges, he broke her heart by cheating with
Heather who was one of Amanda’s closest friends in high school and went to UNLV
with Cody. The two apparently became victims of the city and were heavily
indebted to one of Lily’s casinos. Long story short, she quickly found them
employ.

As Cody returned with another glass, Amanda was in bliss
with Heather’s mastery of how to care for her feet.

Amanda’s phone buzzed for the final time of the night.

“The reunion continues…”

Amanda’s eyes lit up as she read her next assignment.