Please not lunch
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 18
by
copier
· original author:
swp1
"All right, I'll take it."
Stacy sets Phil down as she takes out a checkbook from her purse and writes Meredith a check.
"Thank you so much. This will be so worth it."
She hands Meredith the money and grabs Phil. Phil again can't see as he is trapped in her fist and then dropped into her purse. He can hear her driving a car, park, get out, and open and close a door, but other than that has no idea what is going on. Eventually Stacy takes him out and drops Phil onto her other palm. She is sitting on a couch in what looks like her livingroom. Phil stares up at her as she licks her lips.
"Please don't eat me. I beg you," Phil pleads. "I'll do anything."
"Do you think I paid $10,000 for you not to enjoy you?"
Phil falls on his knees, whimpering.
"That won't work. I'm a selfish bitch. I'm not sympathetic to anyone. But you know, I did pay quite a bit of money for you, so I might as well have some fun with you before I eat you. But only if you beg hard enough."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean really beg."
Phil started to bow rhythmically like he was at a temple.
"You know that's just not good enough." She then tips her palm over, dropping Phil onto the ground. Phil, half-dazed from the fall, can barely move.
"Now bow before my feet!"
With much effort, he manages to get up and kneel before her right foot. She was wearing white flip-flops and has red-painted toe-nails. As he approached her, she wiggled her toes almost hitting him.
"Get Lower," she demanded.
Phil made himself completely prostrate before her foot, not just on his knees.
"I can't get any lower than this," he mumbled with his face on the ground, not sure if she could even hear him.
"I said LOWER." She placed her other foot on top of Phil and grind him into her floor. After pressing him down for about a minute, she finally relented. She grabs Phil's shirt by the thumb and forefinger and dangling draws him up to her mouth.
"Not hard enough. I'm not convinced." She opens her mouth and starts to drop him in.
"Wait! Please, I beg you. I'll do anything, just don't eat me."
"You'll do anything will you?" An evil grin comes across her face.
Phil gulps. He might have made a promise he didn't want to make. Maybe death is a better option than what she has in mind.
"Okay, fine. I'll keep you alive for a little while as a personal slave pet. As long as you please me. The moment you get boring, uncooperative, or fail to entertain me, it's down the hatch for you. Do you understand?"
Phil nods reluctantly.
What's the first thing she does with him?
Stacy sets Phil down as she takes out a checkbook from her purse and writes Meredith a check.
"Thank you so much. This will be so worth it."
She hands Meredith the money and grabs Phil. Phil again can't see as he is trapped in her fist and then dropped into her purse. He can hear her driving a car, park, get out, and open and close a door, but other than that has no idea what is going on. Eventually Stacy takes him out and drops Phil onto her other palm. She is sitting on a couch in what looks like her livingroom. Phil stares up at her as she licks her lips.
"Please don't eat me. I beg you," Phil pleads. "I'll do anything."
"Do you think I paid $10,000 for you not to enjoy you?"
Phil falls on his knees, whimpering.
"That won't work. I'm a selfish bitch. I'm not sympathetic to anyone. But you know, I did pay quite a bit of money for you, so I might as well have some fun with you before I eat you. But only if you beg hard enough."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean really beg."
Phil started to bow rhythmically like he was at a temple.
"You know that's just not good enough." She then tips her palm over, dropping Phil onto the ground. Phil, half-dazed from the fall, can barely move.
"Now bow before my feet!"
With much effort, he manages to get up and kneel before her right foot. She was wearing white flip-flops and has red-painted toe-nails. As he approached her, she wiggled her toes almost hitting him.
"Get Lower," she demanded.
Phil made himself completely prostrate before her foot, not just on his knees.
"I can't get any lower than this," he mumbled with his face on the ground, not sure if she could even hear him.
"I said LOWER." She placed her other foot on top of Phil and grind him into her floor. After pressing him down for about a minute, she finally relented. She grabs Phil's shirt by the thumb and forefinger and dangling draws him up to her mouth.
"Not hard enough. I'm not convinced." She opens her mouth and starts to drop him in.
"Wait! Please, I beg you. I'll do anything, just don't eat me."
"You'll do anything will you?" An evil grin comes across her face.
Phil gulps. He might have made a promise he didn't want to make. Maybe death is a better option than what she has in mind.
"Okay, fine. I'll keep you alive for a little while as a personal slave pet. As long as you please me. The moment you get boring, uncooperative, or fail to entertain me, it's down the hatch for you. Do you understand?"
Phil nods reluctantly.
What's the first thing she does with him?
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