Just as her head turns, and you start fearing the wrath of this giantess, you see Dallas walk in, she´s wearing a white shirt, a ridiculously short skirt and white Old Navy flip-flops, if it wasn't for her name tag, you wouldn't know she worked here, she booms out, "Mercedes, honey you need to wake up." You don't stick around to hear more, you make a run for it, you slide down Mercedes' tan legs until you're on her pedicured toes, she starts moving her feet and you take the risk, jumping down on to the ground. You make it, but you're in some pain, to make it worse, you've got Mercedes' tan toes wiggling above you, and Dallas stomping around the room moving papers and such, her flip-flops slapping her bare feet while her red toes glisten in the light, you shudder at the thought of ending up beneath her feet, you'd have no chance, you would be crushed underneath her weight and that would be that for you, ending up as a red stain underneath her flip-flop. Just then you hear Mercedes squeal, "Ewww, a spider!" You're heart drops.
"Where!" screams Dallas, who you remember is not too fond of bugs either, you were once admiring her legs at a coffee break as she had them up on a small table, and saw tiny dots on the sole of her flip-flop, moving closer, you saw they were ants, a colony, wiped out with one step of this giantess' foot.
"Over there!' Yells Heather, pointing near the door, releif flushes through your body, there was an actual spider in the room.
"Thank god." You think to yourself.
But then your releif turns to fear as you hear the slapping of Dallas' flip-flops behind you, her left foot slams down inches to your left causing a mini-earthquake, her giant tan leg looking like a sequioa tree, her foot the size of a school bus, and her big toe the size of a cow. You hit the ground as her right foot soars over you, her flip-flop hanging in the air, you look up and see all the scum she's been stepping on all day, you can swear you see the remains of a grasshopper, but you don't get a good enough look. Her powerful heel smashing into the ground in front of you, you admire her leg muscles as she lifts up her left foot, her flip-flop a slave to her command. She steps over to the doomed spider, by now Mercedes has also slipped on her flip-flops and walked over to the spider, each step of the giggling girls is causing earthquakes to you.
"Ugh, I hate bugs!' says Dallas, she raises her flip-flop, and looking in the spiders many eyes, you swear you can see fear in its eyes, it starts moving, but to no avail, Dallas' flip-flop smashed down at the speed of a jet, the spider only seconds ago, a living breathing creature going about its business, was now a puddle og goo and limbs under this beauty's flip-flop. She raised her foot and the pathetic creature stuck to her flip-flop for a few milliseconds until it fell to the earth, it was still twitching, until Mercedes finished the job with a few rapid stomps, her flip-flops making a shotgun like sound each time they met her bare foot, Mercedes grinned evily and wiggled her tan, pedicured toes victoriosly over the remains of what was once a healthy, majestic spider, she walked back to the chair, to keep waiting for the doctor, when suddenly...
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