Hunter was enraged. What Olivia said didn’t really bother
him, he knew he got himself and Sandra into this situation with his aggressiveness
– yet he still wanted Sandra to have the life she thought she deserved. That’s
the only reason he went to Olivia, she wouldn’t take him up on the deal unless
Sandra was in on it as well, unfortunately. He desired to give Olivia a piece
of his mind, but instead he was a living piece of toe jam, trapped once more
inside her shoe.

“…so the Kellers huh?” A brunette seated across the small
table sipped from a ceramic cup

“Wild, right Jen?” Olivia answered proudly and sipped from
own cup. The scent of Earl Grey tea wafted into her nose.

“I guess Hunter’s shenanigans really came back to bite him.”
Jen smirked.

“Oh absolutely. One day he’s attempting to run for office
and upend everything your family has earned. The next he and his lovely wife
are yours to do with as you please.” Olivia could barely contain her giggle at
how well things had worked out for her.

“I mean. After the election, we did personally work to
blackball him from every company in a 500-mile radius.” The brunette replied.

“Oh yeah. Thanks for the assistance on that.” Olivia toasted
Jen.

“Soo…Can I see him?” Jen asked, a small twinkle in her eyes.

Olivia was well aware of her friend’s history with Hunter. The
two ran in the same business circles as rivals. Back when Hunter was a
consultant on engineering firm where he and Jen competed on projects and
eventually ran in the same social circles. This led to the two dating, but the competitiveness
between the two led to a messy breakup. Months later, Hunter met Sandra and the
two were married within 2 years.

“I mean, if he still doesn’t make you puke.” Olivia teased.

“Oh shut up.” Jen softly poked her friend on the arm.

Scrunching her face, Olivia reached under the table and
pulled the flat from her right foot free and looked down. “Oh wonderful. There
he is.”

“Oh. My. God.” Jen gasped.

Hunter was blinded by the sudden explosion of light. He
screamed and kept his eyes closed before slowly opening them. He wished he
hadn’t

“Like. Jamed between your toes. He’s toe jam!” Jen couldn’t
container her laugher. She then noticed Hunter’s tiny eyes staring up at her.
“Oh, hiiii Hunter Pants!” she squealed.

Olivia wiggled her toes to rub Hunter into the crevice and
earn more laughter form Jen.

“Olivia. Please. I’m gonna bust a gut. I wanna talk with the
little guy? No. Not a guy anymore. What’d you call him in that lecture?” Jen
asked.

“Oh. Living Asset.” Olivia answered her friend and took
another sip of tea.

“Living Asset. You hear that. That’s what you are. Nothing
but property for this amazing powerful woman to do with as she pleases.” Jen
rubbed in the humiliation.

Sandra was pinned under the toes of Olivia’s left foot. Any
sound was muffled by a combination of the shoe and the pressure of Olivia’s
foot, but she could hear a familiar voice that she couldn’t place…

“Oh. Jen. Stop.” Olivia waved her hand at the praise.

 Olivia sat with her
right leg crossed over her left. Poor Hunter, trapped between her toes was
forced to listen as she and Jen chatted over the next hour in humid heat.
Olivia’s foot continually sweating.

Hunter grew nauseous as Olivia’s foot bobbed up-and-down.

“So what’s next for your amazing life?” Jen asked

“Laying it on heavy.” Hunter muffled from between Olivia’s
toes. This earned a corrective squeeze.

“Oh. Not much. So I’m thinking about running for Governor
maybe next year.” Olivia beamed.

“Governor at 28?” Jen raised an eyebrow, “Does the State
even allow that?”

“They will by the time my family works their way through
things.” Olivia spoke proudly.

Hunter couldn’t believe his ears. The election he had ran
for Mayor of Charleston would’ve been pointless even if he had won. It was
supposed to be his first stepping stone for turning things around.

“Think you may need a chief of staff?” Jen raised an
eyebrow.

“Girl. I wouldn’t dream of anybody else.” Olivia raised her
glass and toasted with Jen.

“Hear that, Toe Jam? Regardless how hard you fought your
little quest against corruption, you would’ve lost anyways. Now you get the
best seat in the house for seeing success firsthand.” Jen teased her tiny rival
and ex.

“Oh. One more thing.” Olivia paused Jen’s Hunter humiliation
parade, “I’m looking to expand the business. A lot of folks looking to sell
their lives for a few years to avoid declaring bankruptcy. How would you like
to join me, maybe get a Hunter or two for yourself?”

Jen’s eyes lit up. “Are you serious?”

“Absolutely. I’ll get you started with everything you need.
You just pay me 25% of the profits you make, and you will be making
profits.” Olivia smiled.

“So you’re telling me not only do I get to get other
people’s stuff. I get the other people as well and all I gotta do is pay you a
small amount yearly?” Jen asked excitedely.

“100% and that’s not even the best part,” Olivia leaned in
close to Jen. The two faces met over Hunter. “When it comes down to it, if you
do your taxes right, you can keep the little runts for as long as you want.
State law deems that the profits from their assets help repay the debt. If you
don’t show a profit, their debt isn’t paid…”

“So that means little Hunty poo here is yours until you say
he’s not?” Jen looked at Hunter menacingly.

Olivia nodded, “Him and his little wife think they only have
15 years of this, but I’ll definitely be keeping them well into their 50s…”

Hunter screamed, “That’s fucking criminal!”

His squeaks earned a glance from both women.

“If you try anything funny, you’ll get to be Jen’s toe jam
for a while.” Olivia silenced the tiny man.

“I would love that! Maybe make him a toe ring. Keep little
Huntie wrapped around my digit.” Jen teased.

“I can make it happen.” Olivia smiled

Ending their conversation, Hunter was slipped back into the
dank darkness of Olivia’s flat. The conversation that just occurred had his
head spinning. It felt like his entire life was a lie, maybe this was where he
belonged?

Olivia scrolled through her phone while walking back to her
Range Rover.

A post from the College popped on her feed.

“A great lecture from our local #BossBabe Olivia Grace. Be
sure to stop by the Financial Aid office today!”

The post was accompanied by a picture of her posing with
Sandra and Hunter in her palm – their naked bodies censored with the school’s
logo.

“Love educating my #CoCFam!” Olivia commented with a smile.

With the Kellers firmly underfoot, Olivia entered her Range
Rover. She turned the key and her radios started with another blaring country
song for her sing along to.

“Enjoy the small things and life! Small dogs. Small wins….”
Olivia added her own twist “Small people!”

Olivia drove by the Sandra and Hunter’s former abode. She
had already sold it for double its worth to her own investment firm. She was
going redevelop the property into a wedding venue. All the Kellers’ memories
would be wiped clean and replaced only with their desire to please her soon
enough.

“I’m hungry for ice cream.” She thought aloud and made a
quick detour to her favourite place. “Mooster Cream’ Ice Cream Fort”

She parked her Range Rover at the entrance and stepped from
the vehicle.

Sandra once again felt the warmth of hot asphalt making it’s
way up through the sole onto her back and baking her inside the shoe.

“Olivia Grace!” A girl behind the counter screamed.

“Who?” A chubby boy walked from the back to his screaming
coworker.

“Olivia Grace. Only the smartest, most brilliant woman in
the country.” The girl could barely contain her excitement.

“Never heard of her.” Her replied and put an earbud into his
ear.

“Well you should. Because you are working for me.” Olivia
spat. “Is there a manager here?”

“He’s the manager, ugh.” The girl replied and rolled her
eyes.

“Not anymore…” Olivia looked at the girl’s nametag, “Lauren.”

Olivia reached over the counter and ripped the earbud from
the boy’s ear.

“Listen up. She’s the manager now. Whatever she says goes.”
Olivia spoke sternly as the boy looked shocked. “Is that clear?”

“What? She’s only been working here 3 days.” The boy
replied.

“It’s either yes ma’am or no ma’am.” Olivia snapped.

“Uh. Yes ma’am.” He nodded

“Great. Now I want you.” Olivia pointed at the boy and read
his nametage, “Nate. To make me a double scoop of cookie dough in a chocolate
waffle bowl with white chocolate chips mixed in.”

Lauren struggled to hold in her laughter.

“Oh shut up.” Nate shot at Lauren as he worked on Olivia’s
order.

Olivia pulled out her phone and pulled up the picture from
CoC’s social media.

“Nate. Stop.” She ordered. “Look at me.” Nate looked at her
and then the phone. His eyes grew wide.

“Yeah. You see what I can do. You’re messing with somebody
with registered shrinking license. All Lauren has to do is say the word and
you’ll be living in a birdcage in her…” Olivia paused, “Lauren are you in
college?”

“Yes ma’am. Freshman at ESCSU.” Lauren answered

Olivia smirked, “All Lauren has to do is say the word and
you’ll be living in a birdcage in her dorm until she graduates. And God help
you if she goes for PhD.” She stamped her foot for emphasis.

“I think it’s best if you make Miss Grace’s order, Nate.”
Lauren stood with her arms crossed.

“Please. Lauren. We’re friends now. Call me Olivia. And
Nate, respond to your manager.” Olivia also stood with her arms crossed.

“Yes ma’am.” His head hung defeated as he completed Olivia’s
order

“$16.85.” Nate finally gave Olivia her total.

Olivia handed three $100 dollar bills and a bare white card
with her name and phone number on it. All the change and this card is Lauren’s.

“Lauren. Text me and I’ll have all your college paid for. Also,
if Nate gives you any grief, text me as well and I’ll make sure he’s begging
you to order him around this place.” Olivia winked at Lauren who wore a
sinister grin.

“Get mopping these floors, Nate.” Lauren stood confidently.

“B-but we did that al-“ Nate attempted to protest, but was
cutoff by Olivia

“Shrinkee. Shrinkee.” She teased.

Defeated, Nate responded to Lauren, “Yes ma’am…”

Olivia finished her ice cream in the lobby as she watched
and encouraged Lauren to direct Nate on tasks. When she finished her bowl, she
dumped her trash on the ground and nodded to Lauren who instructed Nate to
clean it up.

“Man. Forget this. I quit.” Nate stomped to the door, but
Olivia stepped in front of the boy.

“Nope.” Olivia responded, but he tried to push her out of
the way. She then sighed and pulled her shrink gun from a holster under her
flowy dress.

Nate turned ghost white and apologized to Lauren. Olivia
made sure he picked up the trash and then left.

As she sat in the Range Rover, she could feel a moistness in
her crotch. All the day’s excitement had gotten to her.

She drove home quickly.

“Connor!” She shouted.

The tiny man quickly came sprinting from a nearby task.

“Yes…Miss…” He was exhausted.

“Where are the others?” She asked.

“Coming, Ma’am!” Tiffany yelled as she scurried in.

Olivia’s earbuds were alive with the tip-taps of tiny feet. Approaching.

“Foot rub, Miss?” Connor asked as he approached her left
foot.

Olivia lifted her leg slightly so Connor’s small hands could
pulled the footwear free.

“Not tonight. Sandra and Hunter did an excellent job today
keeping things pleasant.”

Connor’s voice grew in excitement. “Then something else
miss?” He walked to other foot and removed the shoe as well.

Wit her barefeet on the cool marble, Olivia quickly pulled
her panties down and left them laying on the floor.

“Tiff. You know what to do with those.” She then plucked
Connor from the ground and made her way to her bedroom. Her barefeet slapping
and thumping against the floors.

Tiffany obeyed her giant friend and carefully carried the
moistened fabric away. A familiar scent wafted in the air.

Sandra lay broken and beaten on the sweat soaked insole. Her
body was pruney from the moistness and her lips were dry and cracked.

“Hunter.” She croaked, her throat was pained. “Hunter.”

She slowly crawled from the toe section of the footwear and
out of the shoe. She crawled to the other shoe in search of her husband, but he
was nowhere to be found.

“Hunter?” Her eyes welled with tears as she croaked once
more before passing out.

Meanwhile, Hunter screamed and nearly puked as the ride was
more intense than any roller coaster he had ridden.

Olivia’s nimble feet bounded to her bedroom with him still
adhered in a crevice on her foot.

Olivia jumped on the bed and stripped from her dress. Her
nipples were fully erect, and her skin was flush.

“Another lesson in appreciating women, miss?” Connor asked
as his small form was held in Olivia’s grasp.

“Absolutely, you little bitch.” Olivia threw herself on her
back and quickly put the little man to work.

Hunter remained unnoticed between her toes, but the sights
and sounds he witnessed were primal.

“Fuck yeah. I fucking own you.” Olivia screamed “You all
belong to me….”

Hunter lay silently in horror as Olivia’s fantasy and
machinations were let loose form her mind.

“Beg to lick my soles…” she moaned as she thought out
scenarios.

Finally, Olivia was able to climax.

“And we’ll just place you here for safe keeping…” Connor was
placed between her ass cheeks with a “Thank you miss.”

Olivia rested in bliss as she played her fantasies back on
her head. Stretching her legs out, she wiggled her toes and felt like what was
a piece of dirt between them, but then she remembered.

“TOE JAM!” She looked down at hunter who was stuck in the
webbing of her toes with a mixture of dirt and grime.

“Oh, Hunter. I completely forgot about you, you little
speck. I bet Sandra is worried sick.” Olivia could make out a look of disgust
on the little man’s face.

“Oh. Did that gross you out?” She teased. “Well don’t you
worry. You’re exactly where I want you. I may use you or Sandra one day make the
other watch, but for now you only belong like dirt at my feet. Watching me enjoy
my life with no enjoyment of your own.”

Hunter’s mind rushed with thoughts, but the heat and actions
of the day had worn him down. He passed out wordlessly between the giant
digits.