Chris began to shake as he watched Ashley turn the corner into the dishroom, her massive grey and white sketchers squealing on the dishroom floor. He followed those massive shoes up past her tone legs in tan khakis to his bare-midrift and peirced belly button just below the hem of her tight pink shirt. Her huge face was above it, and he was both terrified and in awe. He always thought Ashley was hot(he wouldn't have slept with her otherwise...), but now she was amazing. Like a Goddess.
"CHRIS? WHERE ARE YOU?" Ashley's voice boomed.
"WHAT, HE'S NOT IN THERE?" Lindsey's thunderous voice called from the other room. He heard louder booms and turned around to see Lindsey walk in on the other side of the room, her huge tattered white sketchers slamming monstrously on the tiled floor of the dishroom that currently acted as his world. Lindsey looked as if she might stop, but instead she continued to move in his direction! Those huge white sneakers slammed the ground, shaking him and knocking him onto his ass. He shouted as her massive right foot smacked hard before him as she reached to pull a rack of dishes from the still open dishwasher. "I CAN'T BELIEVE HE'D JUST TAKE OFF."
"WELL, MAYBE HE'S OUT SMOKING OR SOMETHING. OR MAYBE HE HAD TO DELIVER SOME FOOD SOMEWHERE." Ashley said, shifting her left foot forward and putting one hand on her hip. She then reached down and absently played with her belly-button ring, something that had always made Chris turned on. But he quickly turned to see the gigantic white sneaker of Lindsey beside him. Up past her meaty legs and navy blue work shirt was her massive head with long black hair and her chubby red face. He never liked Lindsey, but now he was terrified. He'd always given her an attitude, but now he was like a bug at her feet. Smaller than that, probably, since he'd have to jump and pull himself just to reach the toe of her shoe!
"DAMMIT, I WAS HOPING TO GO HOME EARLY, BUT NOW WE'LL HAVE TO FINISH HIS DISHES." Lindsey shouted, causing Chris to cover his ears.
"WELL, LET'S GO HAVE A CIGARETTE FIRST. MAYBE HE'LL COME BACK OR SOMETHING. I MEAN, FUCK, I DON'T WANNA DO HIS DAMN DISHES." Ashley said. Lindsey looked at her, completley unaware of her miniscule co-worker helpless at her feet.
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