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--Sitting on the Jerk--
-By Subtosh-

--- Jake was arrogant and totally self-centered. He did what ever he wanted without giving any consideration to those around him. He also thought he was God’s gift to women, and thought all the women on campus were attracted to him. They all thought he was a complete jerk: but he was oblivious. He couldn't see that almost everyone; male and female alike despised him.

The next morning, I got up and walked into the kitchen to put on coffee. Mike's dad had fallen off the bench I'd left him on the night before, and was lying sprawled out in the middle of the kitchen floor, obviously sleeping off his intoxication from last night. I looked at his pinky finger that I had bitten and chew so cruelly. It was swollen and looked terrible. I wondered if he'd remember any of what happened when he woke up. As I put the coffee on, I looked down at the old man again, lying there on the hard tile floor of our kitchen. Suddenly a cruel thought struck me. About then Mike walked into the kitchen and took one look at his dad on the floor and laughed. "You sure did a number on him, Sweetheart!" Mike told me kissing me. "Yeah, well, I kind of enjoyed it and I especially enjoyed you in bed afterwards!" I told him. "Did it turn you on to watch me punish your dad like that?" I asked Mike. "It sure did, Honey." He replied. I love watching you sit on his face, and then when you started biting and chewing on his finger, it was just icing on the cake!" He continued excitedly. "Look at him, sleeping like a baby." I said smiling at Mike. "I wonder how he's gonna feel when he wakes up." I said. "I don't know, but I bet he's going to have one sore finger!" Mike said laughing again. "Why don't I make sure he does?" I asked with a cunning smile parting my lips. "What do you have in mind, Sweetheart?" Mike asked me. "If you'll bring me my black sandals, I'll show you!" I replied. "Black sandals? That sounds interesting!" Mike said with a grin on his face. Mike then went into our bedroom and returned with my sandals. They were black strappy sandals with very hard blocked heels about one and a half inches high and tapering down to a one inch bell shape. I sat on the bench and strapped them on my feet and then tip-toed over to Mike's dad lying there on the floor and told Mike, "Watch this." I raised my foot about knee high and stomped as hard as I could on his pinky finger, the same one I had bitten and chewed on. I felt it splatter under the hard heel of my sandal. The old man screamed and tried to jerk his hand away but his finger was still under my heel and I had every ounce of my 145 pounds on it. He rolled over in excruciating pain and was about to grab my ankle with his other hand when I kicked him hard in the face. Then I began grinding his pinky under my heel, literally tearing the flesh from it. Mike was loving every second of it as his dad began to cry, still screaming in terrible pain. After grinding his finger under my cruel heel several times, I stomped on it again real hard and then stepped over to the coffee pot to pour Mike and me a cup of coffee. The old man was lying on the floor crying and squirming in excruciating pain, holding his mangled finger.

I was very impressed watching Tina easily defeat this big football-jock kind of guy in a wrestling match, and after seeing her technique could understand how they used trampling to defeat their opponents. As the three of them sat and relaxed in casual conversation with me, I silently admired their health, fitness and youthful energy. I sensed they were leading the conversation to something they wanted from me, and I thought to myself I would do whatever I could to satisfy whatever need or needs they had. I surprised myself in thinking this, since I had always been pretty independent and not at all the people-leasing type. As these thoughts rolled around in my head, I realized I wasn't paying attention to the conversation.

My house is in a rather secluded part of town, and when my wife Becky was alive we preferred our privacy. Sure, we were known in town, but we had no close friends or family nearby. Again, that was fine with us, but when Becky was killed in an auto accident, I started to feel kinda isolated after the grieving process passed. We had no children, and as a freelance writer my only needs to have contact with others was for food and other shopping.

There was an old house nearby, and when I saw that it had been sold I had mixed feelings. While it would give me neighbors and break my isolation, I had heard it was purchased by the nearby University to be leased to the students so I had my misgivings. Oh well, since I really didn't have any say over it anyway, I decided to be a good neighbor and brought over a Boston Cream Pie as a one-man welcoming committee to the neighborhood.

Red Carpet p. Six

After a couple of moments he heard another set of footsteps coming his way, and looked over to see Nicole Ritchie, in a pair of gold colored sandals. She had seen Jessica and Ashlee’s little performance, and was quite ready to give one of her own.

As she walked up to his side, with a large dominant grin on her face, she noticed his arm was resting a couple of inches from his body, on the pavement at the edge of the driveway. She lifted up one of her gold sandals and brought the hard sole down on his hand and fingers. Smiling, she ground his hand under her sole, as she stepped up with her full weight on one foot.

Red Carpet p. Five

He had only had a couple of minutes to rest, before the next guest approached. Jennifer Lopez came up, dressed glamorously in a long gown that accentuated all of her curves. On her feet was a pair of tall high heel sandals.

She didn’t even break her stride as she stepped up on his chest, letting her heels sink into his flesh. She didn’t look down at him, she just continued on with a subtle grin and look of superiority on her face. Although she didn’t linger on him, he could tell she was deliberately forcing back all her weight on her heels.

She stepped off him onto the next person, gracefully, without breaking her stride. She just walked on to the front door, paying no attention to those below her, as if it was perfectly normal, and she did it all the time.

It was a very cold winter night about 9:00 P.M. I had just finished taking a shower and had put on a red satin teddy with a matching G-string, along with a pair of red low profile spiked heel mules. It was Mike's favorite outfit and I wanted to make him "ready for bed." Just as I walked into the kitchen where Mike, my husband sat reading a sports magazine, there was knock on the front door. "I wonder who that could be." Mike said as I rushed back down the hall to get my robe. I put my robe on and as I stepped out of our bedroom, into the hall, I heard Mike talking to someone. I stood momentarily listening and soon discovered it was Mike's dad, a man whom I had absolutely no respect for, not that he had ever done anything to me, but from what Mike had told me about him, he was a pervert from the word go. Mike's mom and dad were continually splitting up and going back together and splitting up again, because of his dad's behavior. He loved being facesat and practically forced Mike's mom to sit on his face against her will. Not that she minded sitting on him, but rather because of the timing. If she had other things to do, he expected her to drop it all and come and sit on his face for hours at a time.

Red Carpet p. Four

He had been lying there for quite while, until Catherine Zeta-Jones walked up. She was wearing a sleek, silky, black dress that really enhanced her bust. Her red painted toes were in a pair of shiny silver heels.

She came up to his side, with an amused expression on her face. She had heard about the human carpet; and that she could even have the people lick her shoes. She was really excited to try it out!

She wasn’t the least bit hesitant; She stepped up on his chest and stomach rather hard. She began grinding her heels all over his body. One of her heels found its way into his belly button. She twisted her heel in this sensitive spot, causing him to shudder and shake a little.

I was a priest at the local church doing confessions lighting candles and enjoying the clear evening outside. When all the sudden a young man running like he was running for his life ran into the church went on his knees begging me to hide him. He said the police were after him. The two police that were after him were on the take from the local gang and he was cirtain they were going to take him back to the gangleader if they caught him.

I decided to help him out. I hid him in the confessional until the cops go there. They questioned me if I'd seen the young man and I said no. They tried to tell me how bad a person the young man was but I tried to lie and said I know nothing about where he was at. The cops looked at me supicously and left.

Red Carpet p. III

It had been several minutes and he had only had a couple of girls walk across him since shannen worked him over so well. There had only been a few models that giggled and smiled as they walked across his chest and stomach.

His mind had begun to wander when he heard yet another set of heels approaching. He looked over to see Kelly Ripa walking towards him. She had on a pair of gold open-toed sandal heels that flopped loosely against her bare heels.

She had always had a dominant streak in her personally. That's probably why she had been chosen to co-host with Regis his daytime talk show; it seemed he always got along best with women who were bossy and dominant. She also loved playing the arrogant bossy starlet sister on “Hope & Faith”.