This choice: "The internet keeps cutting out" this task can't possibly go wrong, can it? • Go Back...Chapter #4Tiny I.T. Guy by: Hectic   "Well for starters the internet keeps cutting out. You're a young guy you should be pretty good with computers, right?" Kimberly asked you. You breathed a sigh of relief as your mind was spinning with possibilities as to what she was about to ask you. As far as favors go this essentially was as good as it could get for you.
"Oh yeah I can fix that no sweat!" You responded happily up to your future mother in law.
"Great, the modem and router are under my desk over there." Kimberly pointed to the workstation she was previously seated at when you walked in the room. Only then did you notice that this wasn't merely a table, but a large ornately crafted wooden desk. Taking a moment to admire the craftsmanship you noticed Kimberly begin to walk around to the other side, motioning with her hand for you to follow her. You jogged slightly to keep up with her walking pace and made it around the desk. From this side you could see that where were two large drawers with cabinets on the sides and one rather small opening for what you assumed to be Kimberly's legs as she worked. Kimberly continued, "the modem and router are on a shelf on the back in there if you want to head in and start fixing it."
You gulped slightly as you looked at Kimberly's massive legs then back to the space you would be entering. For you the area was more than big enough to fit in, but you wondered how she even managed to work at that desk considering her quite tall and curvaceous stature. But you had no time to voice any questions as you saw Kimberly's face begin to appear impatient. Immediately you walked under the desk and surveyed your surroundings. The thick wood went from the floor to the ceiling, leaving not a single smidge of an opening other than where Kimberly's chair would go. On the back wall ahead of you you saw the equipment on a small shelf elevated off the ground and began analyzing them. Taking a quick glance backwards you saw Kimberly's toes absent-mindedly drum one after another in her flip flops, a terrifying sight to behold. Turning back you began to check out the router, looking at the display as well as the wires connecting to it.
Nearly ten minutes had past and you had failed to see the light that indicated "ethernet connection" light up, frustrating you greatly. However as annoyed as you were it seemed Kimberly was even more so, as a few minutes before she had plopped her ass down in her desk chair and audibly groaned. Thankfully the chair was rolled away from the desk, but even seeing her massive lower body sat into it scared you in your current situation. At that moment you heard her phone begin to ring. *ring* *ring*
"Hello?" Kimberly said, picking up the phone. She listened for a moment before continuing, "Sure, I can send you an email with the specifications right away." You couldn't tell by the tone of her voice whether this email was for business or pleasure, but either way you were uneasy about how she was going to send this email with no internet.
"Jake? I hope you have room for some friends down there because I have to type up an email. I know my feet are as big as you are but just try to ignore them and keep working, I want the internet working by the time I have to hit send, got it?" Kimberly said down to you, not even making the effort to bend down and look at you as she said this, she simply wheeled her chair forward toward the desk. You could hear the visible smile she had on her face without even seeing it, realizing that she must have been loving causing this uncomfortable situation for you. You looked back just in time to see her kick her dirty flip flops off before scooting the rest of the way in. The combination of her chair as well as her thick calves and thighs filled up nearly every inch of remaining space left behind you in the cutout area of the desk. Kimberly plopped each of her heels down on the ground behind you, holding her soles and toes up in the air facing you. You gulped, noting that Kimberly must have had some relatively large feet as her toes were nearly at the same height as your head was. Not wanting to show the tremendous discomfort you felt, you shouted back up,
"Sure thing, Ms. Smalls, there's plenty of room for me to keep working. I'll have this fixed in a jiff." You feigned confidence but the toes nearly touching your face as you said that were putting you on edge.
"Great, you really might be a useful little guy after all." Kimberly said with a smirk as she began typing away. You attempted to resume your work as well, unplugging and replugging various switches in hopes that something would finally click into place. A few more minutes passed by and you were beginning to feel quite hot and claustrophobic. While Kimberly had yet to actually make contact with your body with her feet, the fact that they were mere inches away from your entire body mean that you could feel the heat emanating from them. At that moment you made a fatal error, leaning backwards to wipe some sweat off your brow you felt your head smack softly into the underside of Kimberly's left big toe. Before you could even recover Kimberly seemed to seize the opportunity and began rubbing this toe all over your head, thoroughly messing up your hair and also seemingly transferring some of her foot sweat to you.
"Oh Jake how did you know my foot itched in that exact spot!" Kimberly said, clearly lying but not wanting to waste an opportunity to mess with you. "I mean, you must have done that on purpose, right? I assume you did because you said you were willing to do, and I quote, whatever me or my family needs earlier. I assume that's still true or else you would be a bit of a liar, wouldn't you, Jake? And I certainly wouldn't want a liar as a son in law." Kimberly's manipulative wordplay absolutely crushed you. She had essentially locked in your role as a slave for her own use and you had to put up with it. As bad as this seemed, Cassie was and is the love of your life, and you would put up with anything if it meant staying with her.
"Uhh yep! All on purpose, I just had a feeling you could use a good scratch and I'm always here to help!" You responded with a forced happy tone. Kimberly smiled deeply, entrenching you further in her trap as she responded.
"That's so wonderful, Jake. I hope you don't mind but the other foot itches as well." Kimberly lifted her right foot off the ground and rubbed it all up and down the right side of your body. Now with her left foot rubbing your head and her right foot rubbing your body, you felt overwhelmingly claustrophobic. The one thing you were grateful for was the fact that she had not yet applied enough pressure to squash you flat, rather content with only rubbing her sweaty soles all over you instead. You figured she really did want you to complete your task of fixing the internet connection, so despite the horrific circumstances you pressed on.
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