Caught in the Heel
You walk briskly to the next sanctuary, hoping nothing happens to you. You hug the side of the sidewalk to avoid the rat race of norms. Once you see the sanctuary at the edge of the new block, above 200 yards away from your perspective, you get so excited and in a moment of weakness rush straight for it.
While you are the middle of the sidewalk, you suddenly hear loud thuds coming towards you. You panic and flip around. In front of you is a middle-aged businesswoman, talking on her blue tooth. Her high-heeled shoe is about to land right on top of you.
You jump to the side. You manage to get out of the way, but your skirt gets caught underneath the stiletto point in her heel. This snaps you into her heel and forces you upwards in her next step.
“Ahhh!” you scream in pain as you fling through the air and land harshly on the concrete. This tears your skirt, causing you to roll several feet when you hit the ground. You have been disrobed, left only in your underwear, bra, and shoes.
“What on earth?” the woman above exclaims. “Hey, hold on one second,” she states on the line.
She removes the pieces of your skirt from her heel and follows it to you. You just lay there panting. Her hand wraps around your waist and lifts you to her face.
She’s an Asian American woman who looks to be in her early forties. She’s wearing a white button-down shirt with the top two buttons unbuttoned and a navy-blue sports coat and formal pants. She has straight black hair down to her shoulder blades and is a well make-uped face like she was preparing for something important.
“Are you okay?” she asks, scanning your semi-naked form for any injuries.
“You have to help me you,” you stammer. “I got fired from my job. My landlord illegally kicked me out of my home like this, and now lost my only clothing. I need your help getting back in to get my stuff.”
How does she reply?
While you are the middle of the sidewalk, you suddenly hear loud thuds coming towards you. You panic and flip around. In front of you is a middle-aged businesswoman, talking on her blue tooth. Her high-heeled shoe is about to land right on top of you.
You jump to the side. You manage to get out of the way, but your skirt gets caught underneath the stiletto point in her heel. This snaps you into her heel and forces you upwards in her next step.
“Ahhh!” you scream in pain as you fling through the air and land harshly on the concrete. This tears your skirt, causing you to roll several feet when you hit the ground. You have been disrobed, left only in your underwear, bra, and shoes.
“What on earth?” the woman above exclaims. “Hey, hold on one second,” she states on the line.
She removes the pieces of your skirt from her heel and follows it to you. You just lay there panting. Her hand wraps around your waist and lifts you to her face.
She’s an Asian American woman who looks to be in her early forties. She’s wearing a white button-down shirt with the top two buttons unbuttoned and a navy-blue sports coat and formal pants. She has straight black hair down to her shoulder blades and is a well make-uped face like she was preparing for something important.
“Are you okay?” she asks, scanning your semi-naked form for any injuries.
“You have to help me you,” you stammer. “I got fired from my job. My landlord illegally kicked me out of my home like this, and now lost my only clothing. I need your help getting back in to get my stuff.”
How does she reply?
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June 3, 2023
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