“You look like an orange creamsicle.”
“Look who’s talking, Mr. Pushup Pop.”
There was a thin coat of laughter to try to cover the thick sadness they both felt.
They had done everything they were told they should do. They both graduated high school near the tops of their classes. They both went to college – one even got a PhD. They didn’t waste money on frivolous things. They owned no car. Hell, they even put off having kids and owning any pets to try to save every penny. None of that mattered. The universe did not care how hard they worked and how ‘good’ they were.
First Oliver lost his job working software support. Then Ava was let go by the college she adjuncted at. Neither was able to fulfill their true potential. At first, they weren’t too worried, they had a good amount of savings put away and everybody seemed affected. They were sure like past crises; this would last a year. Maybe another half year after that? Those thoughts were three years ago.
They had voted for President Yates in hopes that she would live up to her promises. Instead, things stayed the same. Some may argue even worse.
As their savings dwindled and application rejections stacked up, they were forced to look for more ‘menial’ work. An ad spotted by Oliver proved to be their savior.
“Spot Cleaners” was the name of the company. An initial interview promised them both full hours and a health plan. Heck, the HR person even suggested that Oliver and Ava may get to be scheduled together. It sounded simple enough an in-home cleaning service for ‘well-to-do' clients – whatever that meant. The only thing that arose any alarms was that both would need to agree to be shrunk for the duration of their employment. It wasn’t much – only to 4ft and below, but it was enough to give them pause. According to the company it was ‘for the safety of their clients.’
Oliver and Ava debated but they had no other choice. They were one more missed rent payment away from being evicted and they both were tired of eating rice and beans every day.
The two felt embarrassed as they rode the metro into the city. However, they did notice a few others like themselves, dressed in their orange polo shirts and khaki pants; they all lugged around their company provided equipment. As Ava stood close to Oliver for safety, she couldn’t help but notice how empty the metro felt. It used to be filled wall-to-wall. Now there were quite a few empty seats in the morning rush. The intercom pinged “Central Park North” the intercom announced. Or at least that’s what Ava thought she heard, they really needed to fix the speakers in the trains.
Oliver and Ava got off the train and trudged through the station and up the stairs. They caught a few glances from passers-by, but ever since President Yates’ election, it had been much more normal to see people of reduced height around.
“Come on Ava.” Oliver had paused a few steps ahead of his wife and shouted back.
“Oh jeez. Chill out. You seem super excited to clean some rich person’s toilet.” Ava huffed as she drug her steam mop behind her.
“I just don’t want to be late. I want to make a good first impression. Who knows, maybe if we work hard enough, we’ll get a promotion?” Oliver spoke confidently as his wife finally caught up with him.
Ava rolled her eyes; he had always been the optimistic one in their relationship.
A couple of blocks later, the two arrived.
“Oh yeah. I know this place. CEO of my last place lived here. I really hope that bastard isn’t our client.” Oliver spoke.
The two looked up at the building. Their necks craned. It was only 50-stories, but it felt so much taller at their new heights. They had a week of ‘orientation’ to get used to their new sizes, but it was still somewhat challenging.
The building was full of apartments, it was simply known as ‘The J’. A contemporary entrance was the way in. They walked up to the doorman.
‘Uh, hello...” Oliver began as he looked up to the taller man.
The doorman, probably in his early 40s rolled his eyes. “The help goes through the back door.” he pointed to his right.
“Well fuck you, too.” Ava replied as she and Oliver followed the direction of the doorman’s finger.
Sure enough another door was down an alley on the side of the building. It was solid metal and had a doorbell camera at their eye level.
Ava carefully pressed it. Within seconds a female voice came on the camera’s speaker.
“Name?” she asked.
“Um. Ava and Oliv-” Ava began but was cut off by the unseen person on the other end.
“I meant of your company.” It correct Ava curtly.
Oliver could see his wife was fuming and pushed her to the side.
“Um. Spot Cleaners.” He answered.
“Apartment number?” The voice followed-up.
“5009.” Oliver answered.
“Ah yes. She informed us you were coming today. Step back as the door will open automatically. Take the first right to the service elevator. As soon as you step in, it will send you straight to Ms.Jones.” The voice rattled off quickly.
Ava and Oliver both jumped back as the door swung open. They stepped through its maw.
A soft slam came as the door closed behind them and sealed them in. They both walked down the darkened hallway.
They arrived at the elevator and within seconds of stepping-onto it, the doors closed, they felt it rise.
They looked at each other with apprehension. Oliver took Ava’s right hand in his left and gently squeezed. He hoped to comfort the woman whom he had spent the last 7 years of his life with. However, both were unsure of what awaited them on the other side of the door.
The elevator pinged as it came to a slow stop. The doors slowly opened.
Oliver and Ava’s mouth’s both dropped open at the sight.
“I-is-is that who I think it is?” Ava’s words stumbled from her mouth to her husband.
Oliver was speechless.
Riley stood at the door ready to greet her maids for the day. It had been months since she last visited her New York City apartment, and she figured it could use a good deep clean. She smiled as they looked up at her in awe.
Ava and Oliver took in the sight of Riley towering over them. Her silhouette backlit by the rising morning sun. They both were well acquainted with Riley and her accomplishments. It was surreal to see her in person. And in such a casual manner.
“Welcome!” Riley spoke. “I’m Riley! I’m looking forward to your services today. You would not believe the pigsty this place is.” She extended her right hand to Oliver.
Oliver, in shock, extended his right arm out. His hand was easily held in Riley’s grip. He felt his heart-rate skyrocket as her hand wrapped around his and she easily shook his arm. Riley and Ava repeated the act.
“Come in! I’m eager to get y’all started.” Riley turned from the door and led Oliver and Ava into her penthouse apartment.
Oliver and Ava looked at Riley. Part of their shock was meeting her in person and how she was dressed. A sports-bra and tight athletic shorts hugged her fit form. Ava couldn’t help but notice Riley’s large bare fleet as they slapped against the Redwood floors. Her toenails were painted in black.
“Sorry about the mess...” Riley began but then paused, “Well, maybe not. Since it’s giving you two a job.”
Oliver and Ava felt their faces slightly blush at the comment.
“Anyway. This is the main living area. Then there are 5 bedrooms. Last time I was here, it was a friend’s birthday so I’m sure there’s all sorts of mess to keep y’all busy. I’ll need the usual stuff. Items picked up, surfaces wiped down, floors cleaned...” Riley spoke down to her two cleaners.
As Riley spoke, Ava looked around the room. Clothes were lay strewn throughout. Empty beer cans and champagne glasses dotted surfaces. The floor had shoe and footprints visible in the sunlight. Crumbs and dust were visible on surfaces. Ava felt a brief pang of anger that Riley was able to leave this place empty for so long and use it so sparingly while she and Oliver could barely afford their 900 sq ft apartment across the river.
“...Oh...” Riley paused. “I know your usual time frame is 6 hours but since this is such a big job, I called ahead for triple time.”
Oliver and Ava looked at each other in shock. There was no way Riley could keep them around for 18 hours.
“Um. Miss Jones.” Oliver began, “Accordingly to our contract we’re only supposed to work, at most, 12 hours for a single client in one day.”
Riley smiled. She placed her hands on her knees and stooped down to get face to face with Oliver. She looked into his eyes and spoke all while wearing her fake smile.
“And if you looked closer, you’d see that there was an asterisk. ‘Any client keeping Spot Cleaner employees beyond 12 hours is subject to a $1,000/hr penalty.’ To me that sounds like an up-charge which I’m gladly paying. So I expect you and your partner there to get me my monies worth.”
Riley stood back to her full height, Oliver was visibly shaking.
“Understood?” she asked.
Ava and Oliver both looked at one another in fear and then back to Riley.
“U-understood.” Ava choked out.
“Wonderful. I suggest you two get started. I’m going to get some shoes on and head to the gym. It’s on the second floor. I’ll be about an hour.” Riley waved and then turned to walk away.
Ava looked at Oliver with tears in her eyes. He quickly hugged her and then the two set to work.
Oliver sighed as he dragged a white trash bag behind him. Within 5 minutes it was nearly full. Countless dirtied plastic plates, cans, and bottles were picked-up by him. Whosoever birthday it was, Riley must’ve really liked.
“Hey. Buddy.” Riley’s voice came from behind.
Ava and Oliver both paused as she stood behind them. A pair of purple running shoes held by their backs in her right hand.
“Think you can help me lace these up? I always hate stooping down. Not good for the knees, you know?” Riley raised an eyebrow at Oliver.
Oliver looked at Ava with apprehension.
“Why are you looking at her for? She’s not the one way paying you today. I mean, if you don’t want to. I can always give you a 4 star review...” Riley teased.
Oliver and Ava both sighed.
“Yeah. Happy to help a customer!” Oliver put on his customer service voice.
“I knew you would be.” Riley stepped over to a nearby chair and threw her shoes on the floor. They landed with a loud SLAP which caused Oliver and Ava to both jump in fright. She took a seat in the chair and leaned back.
“Chop chop. I got a busy day ahead.” Riley piled on her humiliation of her hired help.
Oliver shuffled over to where Riley sat. His life played in his head. He thought about how hard he worked for everything in his life, but it all amounted to nothing. This girl near a decade younger than himself was now ordering him around like some sort of slave all because of the life she was gifted.
Ava watched as her husband approach the shoes. She couldn’t believe how large they were or was it that he was small?
Oliver lifted Riley’s right shoe in his arms, it had to be no less that ¼ his own size. He stared at the knitted material and felt the sole. He was a runner himself and he knew this pair of shoes had to be no less than $500. He remembered the blisters he used to get from his Costco bought runners.
“Hurry it up.” Riley’s voice from above prompted Oliver to stop admiring her shoe and approach her left foot. Her toes wriggled inside the white sock covering the foot.
Oliver took a deep breath and carefully maneuvered the shoe onto the toes. He felt Riley’s strength as she pushed her foot into the footwear. Oliver was nearly knocked back but he steadied his stance. With a satisfying PHWOMP, the foot pushed into the shoe and any existing air out.
“Good job, little dude.” Riley teased. “Now do this one.” Her right foot hovered mere inches from Oliver’s face, her toes wriggling. Face-to-face with the large sole, Oliver thought he could make out the forms of tiny bodies pressed into the sock fabric.
With some more effort, Riley’s right shoe was fitted.
Next, Oliver quickly fell to his knees and worked his small hands on the laces. He meticulously knotted them. All the while, Riley’s feet moved around within the shoes.
“Very nice, little guy.” Riley beamed. “I may need to offer you a full-time position to be my little shoe tier.” She leaned forward and ruffled Oliver’s hair with her right hand.
Oliver felt a small bit of pride at first but then was beamed back to reality. He realized that Riley was making fun of him and quickly stood back up.
“C-can I go back to cleaning now?” Oliver asked.
Riley smirked as the man really had no comeback. “Of course you may go back to cleaning MY wonderful home.”
Ava and Oliver could only watch as Riley walked away to the second floor of the apartment. They returned to their cleaning duties.
Riley looked down at the treadmill as sweat poured down her body. 8 miles into her run, only about 5 more miles to go. She was training to run the Boston Marathon. Her trainers all told her that they had no doubt she could probably place in the top 10 of women's bracket. She tapped the earbud in her right ear and listened to the screams and moans being broadcast from under her soles. Another tap and the screams were replaced by high-tempo edm. Riley tapped the treadmill speed increase button and looked out to the view of Central Park.
1 hour and 40 minutes after she started, Riley slammed the “STOP” button on the treadmill and began her cool down.
Ava and Oliver were quite proud of the progress they made in the two or so hours they had been cleaning Riley’s place. Her foot steps soon echoed into the large living room.
“You two are quite good at this!” She shouted. "Maybe it's what you were born to do?"
Ava and Oliver both turned to see Riley, her body and clothes drenched with sweat.
“Since he helped me get these on. How about you help get them off?” Riley looked at Ava and motioned to her shoes.
Ava tried to get herself out of the task of removing Riley’s sweat-soaked shoes.
“Uhm. Miss Jones, I really need to...” Ava sputtered.
Riley paid no heed to Ava’s words and sat back into the chair she had occupied earlier. She snapped her fingers. “Come on. If you want five stars, you’ll do your job.” Riley spoke to Ava sternly.
“B-but my job is to clean.” Ava tried to retort.
“Your job is to do whatever I want you to do. I own you for the next 18 hours. And, if you want to get snippy, I’ll make it the next 48...” Riley threatened.
“Y-you wouldn’t.” Ava replied with tears in her eyes, as she looked toward Riley seated comfortably.
“I wouldn’t test me.” Riley raised an eyebrow.
Ava and Oliver had quickly learned the Billionaire Heiress and Mogul was ruthless. To her, they weren’t people trying to get by. They were subjects to be broken.
Ava dejectedly trudged over to where Riley sat.
Riley watched with glee as the mousy blonde woman, hair frazzled, and small black glasses on her freckle covered face, stood inches form her right foot. Riley lifted it and flexed it so that the laces were presented to Ava.
Without another word, Ava pulled the laces which easily unknotted. She grabbed the heel with both hands and pulled.
Riley giggled as Ava’s face grew red from effort. Finally, a small POP signaled the seal between Riley’s right foot and the shoe had been broken. Ava set the shoe to the side and repeated the act with the left foot.
“Come get these, buddy.” Riley snapped her fingers and motioned for Oliver to take the shoes away. “Put them in my room. Second door on the right.” She pointed down the hallway leading from the main living area.
Ava and Oliver briefly locked eyes as he bent to carry the shoes. He needed to hold one in each hand.
“Alright. You finish your job.” Riley spoke to Ava who looked confused.
“What do you mean?” Ava asked.
“My socks are still on, silly.” Riley answered.
Ava stared at the white material covering Riley’s feet. She could feel the heat coming off them and the air was filled with their smell.
Oliver, meanwhile, found Riley’s room. It was at least twice as large as he and Ava’s apartment. Its floor to ceiling windows showed central park below. He sighed. As he walked into the room, he looked around for a location to place the warm shoes which were steaming his hands. A glass case caught his eye. With curiosity, he tip-toed through Riley’s room, the massive furniture surrounded him. He walked to the case sitting atop a singular round table; an island on its own far away from any other piece of furniture in Riley’s room. His stomach sank.
From within the case, dozens of naked miniature people looked out at him. They looked so defeated. Oliver quickly threw Riley’s shows down and practically ran from the room. He didn’t want to see what the consequences would be if Riley caught him snooping around.
Ava, meanwhile, stooped down and, with trembling hands, carefully began to unroll the sock from Riley’s right foot. She cringed and choked back a gag as Riley’s sweat soaked into her hands. The sock rolled past Riley’s reddened and sticky heel and reached the foot’s instep. Ava screamed.
As the sock rolled up to reveal Riley’s bare sole, objects fell to the floor. Ava looked down and noticed they were unconscious people.
Riley rolled her eyes at Ava’s screams.
“Oh please. I’m sure you’ve seen my pictures in the press. Those were just my insoles for today. Toss them away when you get done.” Riley waved her hand.
Ava’s body shook with terror as she finished unrolling the sock from Riley’s foot. She was careful not to step on the shrunken bodies below.
Oliver rushed into the room at the sound of his wife’s screams.
“Oh good. You can take my socks to the laundry.” Riley commented at Oliver’s arrival.
Oliver stared at Ava and then noticed the miniature bodies on the floor at her feet. They both locked eyes in horror.
Ava quickly handed Oliver the rolled up sock and rolled the one from Riley’s left foot. A few more small smacks on the floor and Ava was done.
Riley stood and stretched. “Gooood job.” She moaned. “I’m going to make myself a smoothie and then go shower. You two don’t wait up.” Her bare feet smacked down the hall to her bedroom.
Ava shakily picked up the rag-doll bodies from the floor stepped away. The Blood drained from her face.
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Mark’s head was swimming. It had been months since his summer with Riley was outed as an experiment. Time had bled together. Each time Mark began to get his own self back, Riley would give him a fresh spritz of pheromones. It was a torture worse than anything his special forces training had prepared him for. They had trained him to steel his mind to use it to tune out any tortures. What was he to do, however, when the very chemicals his brain and body relied on were weaponized against him?
“How’s my hungry guy doing?” Riley stood over the glass case in which Mark and a dozen others were kept.
Hungry was one way to describe Mark. The body he had spent years building in the military quickly melted away under Riley’s cruelty. Where he once had a body straight out of bodybuilding magazine, he now stood frail. He went from being 6ft 3in 225 lbs to the equivalent of 160 lbs. He doubted that even if he was full size that he could take Riley in a fight in his current state.
At his current level, Mark was directly aligned with Riley’s bare midriff. Her sculpted abs taunted him as rivulets of sleep ran down them and soaked into her waistband. He looked up and watched as she drank from a shaker-bottle. Her morning post-workout mix sloshed around within. He smacked his lips as Riley held the 32oz bottle to her lips and sucked. He watched as her neck undulated with each swallow. The sweat poured down her reddened cheeks.
Riley pulled the bottle from her lips and smacked them in satisfaction. She looked down at Mark staring up at her hungrily and spoke.
“This new Guava flavor isn’t half bad, but I think I much prefer the Strawberry-Watermelon.” She spoke to Mark who held a blank expression on his face. “What was your go to back in the day? Back when you were pounding iron with the boys?” Riley deepened her voice and asked Mark in a teasing fashion.
Mark tried to honestly think back to those days in the gym with the guys. He honestly wanted to give an answer, but his mind went blank.
“My favorite flavor was....” Riley watched as he struggled to think. She half expected smoke to erupt from his ears. “it was...I...I can’t remember...” Mark’s voice trailed off.
Riley giggled and reached down with her left hand and scooped Mark from the cage.
Mark inhaled deeply as Riley’s fingers wrapped around him. The sweat from her hand coated him.
“Is the little guy working his brain too hard?” Riley asked in a baby voice as she held Mark in her grip in front of her face.
Mark stared into Riley’s eyes. He felt half-zombified. Every waking moment under the effect of the pheromones was a haze. His eyes scanned her features. Her smooth skin. Her soft lips. Her perfect nose. His mind tingled as it was rewarded by the face of its goddess.
Riley looked down at Mark’s face. His eyes were half closed and his mouth hung open. He reminded her of the crackheads down on Skid Row. The difference was that the drug he was addicted to was her.
“You look sleepy little guy. Let’s see if we can wake you up.” Riley then lifted her right arm so that she held her water bottle above her head.
Mark felt the air rush past him as Riley’s hand moved into position. Before he could think, his face slammed into the slimy and slippery surface of Riley’s right armpit. Mark coughed as the air was forced out of his lungs. He then coughed further as his inhalations sucked in the heavy scent of Riley’s body odor.
Riley could feel Mark’s cough-wracked body against her fingers. She pushed him further into her skin in response.
“Hold on. Let me get another drink.” She spoke aloud.
Mark felt himself be freed from Riley’s fist. Her grip opened and carefully slid onto her armpit skin, her left index finger was all that kept him from falling the equivalent of hundreds of feet below.
Riley synced the removal of her finger with the descent of her arm so that Mark was held by the pocket formed by her armpit. The man was cast into darkness.
Trapped in the humid darkness of Riley’s armpit, Mark struggled for fresh air. Each breath was like being in a Louisiana swamp. He could feel the moisture accumulating in his lungs. An audible squelching along with Riley’s heartbeat echoed in his ears.
Riley took her time stealing sips from her bottle. She stood with her left hand on her hip and her body cocked slightly to the left. She hummed along with music blasting in her earbuds.
From their case below, Riley’s pets watched their giant owner enjoy her beverage. She wore a light blue sports bra and matching workout shorts. Both of which clung tight to her body and were drenched in her sweat. Her hair was tied into a tight ponytail. The combination of men and women could only imagine what it was like to be Riley Jones. Even before they were shrunk, at least half of them were already spending their lives serving her and others like her. Overworked and underpaid. Her shrinking of them could be seen as the destination of their lives – at least they knew where they belonged now.
As Riley patiently sipped from her bottle and Mark struggled in her armpit, she looked out from her apartment. She had moved to her New York property for the Fall. It overlooked Central Park to the south toward Manhattan. It occupied 10 stories of the building; 3 full floors, all with floor to ceiling windows. The mid-morning sun cast an orange glow on Riley.
Riley tilted her head back and knocked back the rest of her drink. She pulled the bottle from her lips and positioned her head back upright. Her head bobbed for a second and then her mouth opened. A loud belch emanated from deep within Riley and echoed through the room. Mark’s body shook as the burp erupted from his captor.
Riley wiped her mouth with the back of her left hand and smiled down at the glass cage.
“Guess I better go take a shower. I got a meeting down at Hunter & Yates in an two hours.”
Riley then lifted her arm and let Mark fall into an awaiting palm. She carefully placed him in the case with her other pets and turned to go to her shower. Mark couldn’t stop staring at her toned ass as she wondered off into another room...
Riley stepped from the shower and stretched. She could hear the soft patter of Oliver and Ava’s shoes as they moved about tending to their chores. She wrapped her body in a towel and stepped from the large bathroom. Oliver was sweeping her bedroom and cleaning various shoes and clothes off the floor. He stopped and looked up at her. She could tell he was intimidated but also intrigued.
She unwrapped her towel and handed it to Oliver. “Go put this in the laundry for Ava to do.”
Oliver stared at Riley’s nude body. From her feet to her face, she was perfectly sculpted. It was like an artisan had spent years on her. Her skin was visibly soft and her muscles were toned. He felt himself grow excited but then was filled with guilt as he thought about Ava.
“I’m going to need this bathroom scrubbed down good.” Riley emphasized that he was nothing to her but hired help.
After this, Riley got dressed. She left Ava and Oliver with their lists of tasks and then headed out her apartment.
Riley exited out to the street dressed in a pair of black leggings, a black hoodie, thick white crew socks, and black sneakers. A very low key ensemble. Large, black-framed sunglasses hid her eyes. As she moved down the sidewalk, she noticed the paparazzi in the distance and gave a wave and smile. They were sure to keep their distance after the last time one of them got too close he found himself on the wrong side of her shrink ray.
Stuffed into Riley’s right sock with another one of Riley’s tinies, Mark gasped for air. Riley’s foot was already beginning to perspire and her 5 mile-long walk had just begun.
Riley enjoyed the crisp early fall air as she walked down 5th Avenue. The leaves had just started to change and were beginning to release from their trees. All-in-all, it was relaxing. That was one thing she liked about New York. Even though she was one of the top 100 richest people in the world, she could be overlooked. Well, not literally, but in a figurative way. She took in the sites of the city. People making their ways to and fro. Many probably headed to one of the companies she owned to toil away and increase her net worth.
Her mind briefly thought about the pheromone and wondered what would happen if a city like New York found itself a target of an attack from it. The images of millions of people worshiping her briefly flashed in her mind. She smirked as she strode down the sidewalk.
Within Riley’s shoe, Mark grunted. With each step Riley landed on the hard concrete sidewalks, Mark’s body was sandwiched between her hot sole and moist insole. He wanted to hate what she was putting him through, but he truly could not get his body or mind to comply. His body went weightless as Riley felt Riley’s foot rise into the air for another step. Half a second later, his face was pressed deep into the warm, sticky sole as Riley’s foot landed back on earth.
By this point in her life, Riley was practically numb to having smaller humans under her feet. They were no different than cheap massaging insoles to her. Completely overlooked and disposable, but if they were to ever disappear from her life, she would feel like something was missing.
After a walk of just over an hour, Riley arrived at the offices of Hunter & Yates; one of the city's best law firms. She removed her sunglasses and looked up at the 50-story building. One of her properties. She stepped through a large golden framed doorway and into the lobby. It was minimal to say the least.
A simple circular cherry-wood desk sat in the middle of the lobby. Flanked on the left and right by two fountains and various pieces of office furniture
“Ahh. Miss Jones. Welcome.” A young male receptionist greeted her. “Here for your 10AM with Miss Hunter?” he asked as he typed away at a computer.
“Of course.” Riley smiled.
“I’ll send you right up.” He motioned for Riley to go to an elevator behind him as it pinged.
Riley looked at her fingernails as she stood in the elevator. They were perfectly manicured and painted black. Around her right wrist she wore a bracelet made of 5 small women. Tied by their hair to one another’s ankles, they endured their misery in silence. Riley had to toss out the last bracelet for being too loud.
The elevator pinged as she arrived at the 50th floor. The door slowly opened. An ear-piercing scream followed.
“RILLLEESS!”
Riley smiled as a woman like herself screamed from across the room. Riley knew her true height was 6ft 4in, but she stood just an inch or so taller than Riley in her black heels.
“Val!” Riley screamed in reply.
The two women met in the middle of the large room and hugged. Riley took a step back and looked the woman up and down.
Valerie Yates and her family had been friends of the Jones’ for almost 100 years. It started with the two families going into a farming partnership and growing from there. It proved to be a vey symbiotic relationship. The Jones’ with their aptitude in business were masters of accumulating wealth while the Yates’ were apt for politics and law. Both served to increase the power of the other.
Riley and Valerie were prep-school roommates, both beneficiaries of their families’ wealth to turn them into extremely intelligent and athletically gifted individuals. They stayed together through college but then went their separate ways. Valerie went to law school and took over the Family firm while Riley won on investment after investment. The two talked often but it been almost a year since they were last able to meet-up in person.
“I see you’re wearing the anklet I got you for your 22nd birthday.” Riley noted – she and Val were born 3 days apart. “I hardly take it off.”
Riley then watched as Valerie showed off the anklet on her left ankle – a pattern of black and white men tied to one another with gold chains formed the circumference of the jewelry. Valerie was dressed in a well-fitting grey pant suit. She wore a pair of thick pink-rimmed glasses. Her brown hair was tied into a loose top-knot bun.
“Oh!” Riley paused herself, “How's your mom doing?” she asked her friend.
Val rolled her eyes, “Don’t even get me started. The old bitty becomes president of the country and then suddenly can’t take any of my calls.”
Riley laughed. Valerie’s mom had achieved what many thought was impossible and was elected as the first female president of the United States 2 years prior. Riley had always admired to elder Yates woman. Especially after she and Valerie’s father divorced when the girls were younger; she turned him into a toe ring.
“Come. Sit.” Valerie motioned for Riley to follow her to a seating area overlooking the city.
Two brown leather chaise lounge chairs stood on either side of a small square table. A tea set was carefully laid out.
“Oh. I love this.” Riley spoke as she took a seat on the left chair while Val took a seat on the right.
“Thanks. I would love to take credit for this, but this was all Gabe’s doing.” Val spoke of Gabriel Hunter. Her law ‘partner’. Though that hadn’t been true for 5 months now.
“Did you say my name?” A small masculine voice came from behind the two women.
Riley took in the sight. Gabe stood no taller than 2 ft. He was dressed in a miniaturized version of a suit. Last she saw him, he stood 6ft 6in. She even had a small crush on him. Seeing him now, however she was worried she could crush him.
Val laughed as Riley looked at her with her mouth agape.
“W-what happened to him?” Riley asked in surprise
Gabe’s face reddened at the sight of Riley.
“Board decision” Valerie smirked and took a cup of tea in hand. Her lips carefully held the rim as she sipped.
“Weren’t you and him the only two members?” Riley asked
“Mmmhmmm.” Val answered from behind her cup and then lowered it form her lips. “How are my shoes coming along?” She asked without turning to address Gabe directly.
Riley watched as Gabe sighed, “Yes, Val. They’re all polished.” He answered. His eyes rolled.
“Do I detect a tone in your voice?” Val raised an eyebrow as she looked out the window away from Gabe.
Riley watched as Gabe’s face grew white.
“Uhh. N-no.” He stuttered.
“Thought not.” Val replied with another smirk and sip of her tea. “Little bastard has been giving me attitude a lot lately. I had to make him suck on my big toe yesterday to shut him up during an important meeting.”
Riley glanced at Gabe who appeared embarrassed by Val revealing this.
“So. Uh. What happened?” Riley asked as she nodded her head toward Gabe, not that she really cared, but she was always down for fresh gossip.
“Well. First, he started it. Little dumb-ass thought just because I had graduated college and law school early that I’d be naïve to how things worked in the world...” Val began.
Riley leaned in to listen.
“About 3 months after I took the spot left by my uncle, Gabe tried to get one of his old friends in as a 3rd chairman. Of course, I said absolutely not. He accused me of being dumb. I then reminded him how much my parents spent to have me come out perfect.”
“And you are.” Riley complimented her friend.
“And then he threatened to take half the company and start a separate firm. Of course, you know us Yates’ do not take threats lightly...” Val narrowed her eyes.
Riley nodded.
“So I gave him the war he wanted. Within 2 months, the entire company was on my side. I was able to get all his votes transferred to me and I had full control of all accounts. I also had him smeared enough so that he wouldn’t be working law anywhere in this country if he left. He was worthless to even the lowest secretary.”
“Naughty boy.” Riley shook her head at Gabe who was polishing a pair of red peep toe pumps.
“He begged me not to toss him on the streets. So I thought of the next best thing. He still ‘technically’ works here so I’ll leave his name on the building but everything is as I say. One day he may polishing my shoes, the next maybe tending to me and the gals down at the book club, the next maybe getting the callouses off my soles.” Val downed the remainder of her tea.
“That sounds like a great opportunity for him.” Riley teased.
“Oh. It absolutely is.” Val sunk into her chair. “He makes quite the puppet boy....so what’s up with you?” Valerie changed the subject.
“Oh not much. Really wanted to stop by to tell you how awesome a job your mom is doing.” Riley replied as she finally grabbed her own cup of tea and sipped.
“I know right? I’ve never been richer and the lower classes seem to know their place better.” Valerie added.
Riley thought to Ava and Oliver working for her, “That’s a fact. I mean, it helped that she put her foot down on the unemployment crisis.”
“I know! Who would’ve thought that the solution to everything was to outlaw unemployment.” Val spoke with glee.
Thanks to a law passed by the U.S. Government months prior, all citizens had to have a job. The penalty of going an extended period without being employed would be shrinking. The logic of which was that it reduce the resources consumed by the ‘lazy’. This allowed Riley, Val, the Bamazons and the other wealthy class to peg their exploitation of the working class of the country.
“I’m thinking of having a party tonight if you’d like to come.” Riley asked.
“Hmm. Let me see what’s on my schedule... GABE!” Val shouted.
The small man came rushing from another side of Val’s office, “Y-yes, Val.” he panted.
“What’s on my schedule tonight?” He asked.
“Um. I was going to work on your briefs, but other than that, nothing.” Gabe replied.
“Oh great. Add in time for Riley’s part at...?” Val raised her eyes to her friend.
“Starts at 8 and goes until whenever.” Riley replied.
“Awesome. Gabe you stay here and work on my briefs. Lay something nice out for me.” Val smiled.
The two friends clinked Tea cups.
After a few more hours of being out and about, Riley arrived back to her apartment. She was met with the site of Ava on her hands and knees scrubbing some scuff marks out of the floor.
“Looking good, babe.” Riley teased as she walked out the elevator.
Ava looked up to Riley, still in shock from throwing her ‘insoles’ into the trash. She couldn’t help but notice the designer shopping bags in Riley’s arms.
Riley noticed Ava’s stares.
“Don’t mind these. Just getting ready for a party tonight. So you better have this place spotless.” Riley proceeded to walk by Ava but made an effort to step on Ava’s right hand as she passed.
“OW YOU FUCKING CUNT!” Ava screamed.
“Excuse me?” Riley paused and looked down at the prone woman.
Ava stood up to her young employer. “You fucking heard me. I know you did that on purpose!” Ava screamed.
“And if I did?” Riley raised an eyebrow.
“You can’t just treat a person like that! I have my own life and feelings you know.” Ava looked up, suddenly aware of Riley’s towering presence.
“Hun.” Riley began, “You’re not a person. You’re the help. You live off my crumbs. If I wanted to, I could go get my shrink gun and shoot you right now. All I’d have to do is tell the police you tried to attack me. Who do you think they’d believe?” Riley loomed over Ava.
Ava thought about Riley’s words. She knew she was powerless. “Now how about instead of cussing at me. You thank me. Thank me for giving you work. Thank me for allowing you to get a peak into the nicer things.” Riley spat down at Ava.
Ava felt defeated. She rubbed her sore hand, still fresh with the print from Riley’s shoe. “No.” She replied sternly.
Riley laughed. “Well, can’t say I tried. Maybe you’ll have a change of mind after the party.”
“Where’s your partner?” Riley asked.
“My husband?” Ava corrected.
“Ohhh. So you two are married failures. Interesting.” Riley spat back. “Yeah. That one.”
“He was in your room last.” Ava replied.
“Probably sniffing my shoes.” Riley winked and left Ava.
Ava stood in shock at Riley’s last comment. Oliver would never stoop so low. Would he?
Riley walked to her room and smiled.
“Oh my god. This looks amazing.” She looked around as the sun poured in.
Her bed was freshly made. Her shoes were organized. Her floor was spotless. Her area rug was vacuumed and the floor was waxed. She even noticed the glass case with her pets was spotless. She noticed Oliver putting the finishing touches on her closet mirror. He caerfully polished. A stepping stool below. Him.
“Very nice, little guy.” Riley spoke.
Oliver noticed Riley standing behind him in the mirror and instantly blushed.
“Th-thanks, Miss Jones.” He stumbled out.
“You’re welcome. You’re definitely a harder worker than your wife in there.” Riley threw her shopping bags onto her bed and crossed her arms.
“Y-yeah. Ava was always the more headstrong one. That’s why I married her. She had all the plans for success.” Oliver spoke back with pride in his voice.
“All the plans in the world and now look at her. Peeling off my sweaty socks this morning and scrubbing my floors this aftenoon.” Riley rolled her eyes. “What about you? What were your plans?” She asked and took a seat on the edge of her bed.
“I-I don’t really know. I guess just work enough to pay off my debts and try to save for retirement, I guess.” He answered.
“Much more realistic.” Riley reinforced “Sounds like you know your place.”
Oliver paused, “I wouldn’t say that. It’s just that it’s tough to -”
“Oh admit it.” Riley cut him off, “You love having a bigger, stronger...better person tell you what to do. Leaving your life in their hands is so much easier than trying to struggle out there.”
Oliver felt slightly entranced as Riley spoke, she had a point.
“No. I mean. Yeah it’s nice to not have t-.” Oliver tried to speak again but was once more cut off.
“Kiss my shoes.” Riley spoke.
“I-I can’t. I mean. I do-” Oliver wanted to protest.
“Kiss. My. Shoes.” Riley whispered.
Oliver slowly approached Riley’s feet as they rested on the floor. He stared up at her. She gave him a friendly smile. He closed his eyes and leaned in. His lips puckered up.
Riley reached into her hoodie and pulled out her shrink ray.
“That’s it. Feels good doesn’t it?” Riley coo’d as she carefully aimed the gun.
Oliver was so enraptured he didn’t even feel the warmth course through his body. The world went black.
“Like shooting fish in a barrel.” Riley spoke and picked up Oliver’s uniform from the ground. She placed into the case with the others and went to get ready for the night.
Ava worked in silence. She hadn’t heard from Oliver or Riley in hours. In fact, she was avoiding that side of the apartment all together. She was wiping down Riley’s gym equipment when she heard the girl yell.
“AVA!” Riley’s voice echoed through the rooms.
Ava sighed and put down her cleaning gear.
“What the fuck does this bitch want now?” She mumbled to herself.
“AVA!” Riley screamed again.
“I’M COMING.....MISS....” She nearly bit her tongue on the last word.
Ava arrived at the threshold of Riley’s bedroom. She watched as the girl wore a white dress with gold sequins. A small tiara was on her head as her hair was pulled into a bun. She wore a pair of gold strappy chunk heels.
“What do you think of my outfit for the party. It’s 1920s themed. Figured it was pretty appropriate since so many people are unemployed.” Riley teased.
Ava rolled her eyes.
“Oh. And. I think something stuck between my toes. Can you come check for me?” Riley beckoned Ava close.
Ava didn’t reply, instead she walked closer to Riley. As she did, she could see something was indeed stuck between Riley’s big and second toe of her right foot. Even closer she could make out the familiar face...
“OLIVER!” Ava screamed.
“He looks great, doesn’t he!?” Riley teased.
Oliver awoke as Riley was putting him onto her insole. He couldn’t escape. Now he was forced to look up at his wife from between the girl’s toes.
“AVA! I’M SO SORRY PLEASE HELP!!” He screamed.
Unfortunately, without an earpiece to pick up his voice, all Ava heard from her husband was mouse-like squeaks.
“WHAT’S HE SAYING!? LET HIM GO!” She screamed.
“Oh, I can’t do that. In fact, he’s saying how much loves it. He wishes you smelled like the air down there.” Riley liked, which Ava knew.
“You can’t do this! I’m calling the cops.” Ava then looked around and realized how powerless she was. Not only was she 4 feet tall, she had no phone, and no money. So even if the cops did come, what would they do? The only thing that would happens is that she would most likely be fired and put on the jobless registry for eventual processing.
Riley watched as the smaller woman fell to her knees.
“R-Riley....Miss Jones. Please let him go. I don’t want anything to happen to him.” Ava began to weep as she looked at her husband under Riley’s foot.
“Aw. I’m afraid I can’t let him go. I’ve already registered him as mine. But you can do your best to help. Him. Maybe work really hard at the party tonight. I did already ask for some help for you. So you should have two other friends joining you.” Riley spoke to Ava.
Riley squatted down and lifted Ava’s face to meet her eyes. “Can you do that. Work really hard. Maybe wear a costume?”
“W-will it keep him from winding-up like those...things this morning?” Ava asked.
Riley smirked as Ava betrayed her own self by referring to the living insoles as ‘things.’ “If you’re a good girl. I’ll take good care of our little guy.” Riley replied back in baby speak.
Ava admitted defeat....
That night, Ava and two other ‘helpers’ were dressed as 1920s newsboys. They wore tattered clothes and fake dirt on their faces. Perfectly themed for Riley’s party.
“OH NEWSBOY!” Riley waved from across her crowded balcony to Ava who carried a tray a drinks.
Ava slowly walked over to Riley.
“EXTRA EXTRA DOUBLE SHOTS FOR ALL!” Ava screamed as she approached Riley and the circle of others she was with. Something that Riley insisted she yell all night.
From his spot with is face between Riley’s toes on her left foot. Mark had observed the complete breakdown of Ava. A once proud hardworking woman truly defeated by her betters.
By 2AM, the party was winding down, but Riley, Val, and a view other close friend hung around on the balcony. The cool august air held a cool breeze. Riley’s other helpers had been sent home, but Ava remained still on the clock. She was tired from lack of sleep and hungry from barely eating.
“Hey, Doctor Ava. Tell us another fun fact about old English literature.” Val teased.
“Hey, Doctor Ava. Tell us another fun fact about old english literature.” Val teased.
Riley learned that Ava’s PhD was in Old English Literature. This earned more derision of the smaller woman.
“Man. Those heels really did a number on me.” A redheaded girl cringed and reached below the table.
“You hear the lady, Newsboy.” Riley snapped her fingers at Ava.
Ava quickly pulled a chair to the side of the woman and sat down. “Place those puppies right here, miss.” Ava tapped her thighs which earned a laugh from the group.
Riley smiled as Ava stared at her with burning hatred. The Redhead’s size 16 feet were quickly put ont Ava’s lap and the smaller woman went to work.
“Really be sure to stretch out my toes. They were so cramped up.” The read-head commanded.
Ava’s fingers went to work
“Ohhh yeah. That’s the spot.” The redhead coo’d
Riley positioned her feet so that Oliver could witness his wife’s humiliation from between her toes.
By 4am, the party had ended and Ava followed Riley inside.
“What a mess.” Riley took note. She then tapped her phone.
“Alrighty. I just booked you for the whole month.” Riley yawned, “You can sleep on my bedroom floor.” She snapped her fingers for Ava to follow.
As she lay in the morning twilight of Riley’s floor. Ava’s mind thought about the night. How she actually felt right massaging the redhead’s feet and working Riley’s part did give her something to do. She honestly didn’t even think about Oliver as she fell asleep.
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Within two weeks, Ava had forgotten her old life. She had welcomed becoming Riley’s personal servant. Her old life was left far behind.
Lounging on a beach in the Bahama’s Riley’s long body soaked up the sun. Mark and Oliver we each fashioned into flip-flop. A souvenir done by a local artisan. Their arms and legs were stretched across Riley’s soles and tied with reeds – much to each man’s displeasure.
“Coconut oil, Miss?” Riley turned to see Ava standing by.
“Of course. Really be sure to get into my crotch and pits this time.” Riley ordered.
The smaller woman’s hands quickly went to work.
Riley smiled as she felt Ava oil her crotch. “And I didn’t' even need to use the pheromones on her.” she talked aloud.
“Do you want me to suck the sand off your toes, miss?” Ava asked.
“Of course. What else are you useful for?” Riley asked.
“Very good miss.” Ava replied.
Ava struggled not to cry as she took in Riley’s toes and carefully licked the sand and sweat form them. She tried to repeat her mantra ‘this is where I belong...” Ava’s tongue licked the sand off her shrunken husband secured to Riley’s foot.
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