This choice: Becky wants to take out the girls that work at the clothing store in the mall. • Go Back...Chapter #3Mall Mayhem by: Matrim Becky's mood, although soured at first to the idea of stepping on human beings, lightened as a thought crossed her mind. "Oh! We can go to the mall and get rid of some of the people from school we don't like!" She piped to the girls. She glanced at Tiffany, grinning, "Like Samantha". Samantha, along with others from their school, worked in the various stores throughout the town's Mall.
Tiffany smiled, obviously receptive to the idea. Samantha wouldn't feel so smug about luring Tiffany's ex, Glenn away from her when she was done with her. "Yes! That sounds awesome!" Said Tiff.
With that, the girls got themselves together and headed out. They stuffed themselves into Jenn's Mom's blue corolla and headed off on the short drive through the warm suburban air. Rachelle, still excited, was chatting away in the back seat. "Oh my god, do you guys have any idea how cool this is going to be?". The girls were silent. All were lost in their own thoughts of the possibilities which the remote in Jenn's possession afforded them. Before they new it, they were pulling onto the broad asphalt of the super center parking lot. Stepping out of the car, the girls practically ran with excitement towards the automatic glass doors.
Stepping through, Jenn, with the remote safely in her purse, led the way through the throng of shoppers. Becky, looking a little nervous, asked Jenn; "So, um, you'll be careful right? We could get into serious trouble if someone catches us, you know". This drew a snort of laughter from the other girl. "If anyone catches us, we'll step on them. Becky. Don't you realize the power this thing gives me?". "Gives us, you mean" added Rachelle. Ignoring her, Jenn continued walking.
"There it is! That's where she works!" This from Tiffany, her grin nearly reaching both ears. Stepping through the anti-theft sensors, the girls entered the mall's Macy's. The store was massive, a melting pot of chatting shoppers, clothing racks, gaily dressed mannequins and black-clad employees.
"There she is" Said Jenn after a few minutes of wandering around the store, walking up to Samantha. Samantha was leaning on a glass counter filled with perfumes, having a conversation with one of the girls in charge of that station, their words inaudible over the din of the store. Samantha was an attractive girl, more so than any of the girls, and they new it. While she was not as popular as Jenn and her friends, Sam's beauty rankled them. Tan, with deep hazel eyes, Samantha looked up as the girls approached. Curls of black hair that went down past her shoulders framed a kind, feminine face.
"Oh. Hello" she said non nonchalantly, her eyes flickered to Tiffany, and her mouth spread into a self-satisfied grin. After all, making the quarterback of the school football team leave his girlfriend for you was no light feat. "What can I help you girls with? We have the new line of active wear in if any of you want to lose some of those extra pounds" she said, drawing laughter from the girl behind the counter. Jenn thought for a moment. The perfume stand was in the middle of the place, people walking past on all sides. Shrinking her in front of all these people was not an option. One or two people seeing was one matter, but the last thing Jenn wanted was twenty people trying to tackle the remote away from her. What was a place in the store that would be relatively empty?
"Oh, hi Samantha" said Jenn, maintaining composure. "Could you show us where the suits are? The men's suits?"
"They're over there" said Samantha, waving her arm to the left. "Through the doorway there, all in one room."
"Could you take us? Please? Look at this place, we could get lost!" Jenn's voice was heavy with sarcasm
With a sigh, Samantha grudgingly led the girls towards the suits. She knew they were up to something stupid, but she was working, and the last thing she needed was a scene or her managers getting involved. She strode through the doorway, Jenn and company in tow. Nobody else in this section, just as Jenn suspected. Most of the stores business this time of the year was made up of girls buying their revealing summer clothes. Stepping out into the middle of the room, She turned around, her arms spread dramatically "Here we are! I-" She was cut off as blast of light hit her in the chest. In an instant, Samantha was gone, or so it seemed.
"Oh my god! It worked!" Squeaked Becky. Walking over to where she was last seen, the girls spotted her. Still frozen with the shock of her newfound perspective, Samantha stood still as a statue, no taller than one inch. She looked, shocked out of her daze as she was suddenly surrounded on all sides by four pairs of prettily pedicured, flip-flop shod feet. Looking up, she saw four massive faces looking down at her, from incomprehensibly high up. "What the fuck did you do to me!?" She screamed.
"I think shes saying something" Said Becky. "Who cares" Said Jenn, wiggling her toes with anticipation. "She doesn't look so pretty now, whaddaya think girls?" Laughing, they all gave their agreements. "Well Sam, Its been nice" she continued, slipping her right foot from her flip flop. She raised her foot, the sole finely wrinkled and slightly dirty from the lax protection given by her choice of footwear, over the tiny girl, flexing it."I want you to know Sam, I'm really gonna enjoy feeling you go squish on the bottom of my foot" she said with a grin. Letting out a scream barely audible to the ears of the titanic beauties, Samantha fell backwards onto the shallow carpeting of the room. She scrambled around frantically, and got her self up facing the other way, and went to run away from Jenn, but the massive feet of Tiffany stood before her, with Rachelle and Becky to her left and right. "You cant do this! Please! Please!". But it was no use. "Don't be too upset Sam, I've been told my feet are very pretty, you should be honored!" Jenn looked like she was barely containing laughter.
She started to lower her foot towards the girl, slowly, so she could see it coming. "Wait!" Said Rachelle. "You already got to squish someone today, let one of us try!" Jenn paused, her delicate foot hovering mere inches over the helpless girl, and after a few heartbeats she sighed, stepping into her flip flop. "Alright, alright, you're right. So, who wants the honor of first bug squash?" "Second, you mean" Becky chimed in. "Shut up".
So, who will crush Samantha?
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