Gina 33 min read

As a child Gina had been bullied because of her height. It was not so bad when she was the tallest of the girls in her class but by the end of secondary school, she had become taller than the boys as well. Through university she was so conscious of her height that she hid away most of the time. This meant she worked hard, got a good degree but enjoyed very little of the social activities enjoyed by other students.

Gina got a job doing office work in the office of a large financial institution. She began, at last, to make friends. One of her friends was a very extrovert woman named Susan. Gina gradually opened up to Susan and Susan introduced her to some of her large circle of friends and Gina began to enjoy life a little more. It was quite by accident that Susan told Gina that one of her male friends really liked Gina and wanted to take her out. Mark was only a couple of inches shorter than Gina and when he eventually did ask, Gina was only too happy to go out with him. Gina could not believe her luck, Mark was handsome, quite tall and had an athletic build. Why would he want to go out with someone as tall as her, overweight, not particularly attractive and two inches taller than him?

Although this was not the first time that Gina had sex, it was the first time for at least a couple of years. It was great but for one thing. Mark liked Gina to sometimes lie on him as they were making out. It seemed that he liked the feel of Gina’s large body pressing him down. Gina was not obese, but certainly overweight at 238lbs (108kg). When she stopped supporting herself and just laid on Mark she was frightened of suffocating him as his chest struggled with her weight. Mark seemed to like this. Mark liked having sex with Gina, especially with her on top. He did not seem to like taking Gina out very much at all. In fact, over the months, Gina realised that the relationship was becoming more confined to the bedroom. Gina was thinking that Mark treated her more like a sex toy than a girlfriend. As soon as he had satisfied himself sexually, he would leave. Very rarely now would he invite her to his flat but would rather come to her. He would eat with her, have sex then leave. Gina wanted so much more than this.

One evening Mark had invited Gina to his flat as he would not be able to get to her flat at a reasonable time. They had been together now for a few months now and Mark decided to confess to Gina that he loved the feeling of being squashed by Gina. He then asked her if she would step on him. Gina was horrified at the thought. She could imagine stepping on Mark, his ribs breaking and blood pouring out of his mouth where she had caused his ribs to puncture his lungs. Mark reassured her that he had had a woman step on him before, if Gina was unsure then she could just try his abs at first. Gina had noticed that Mark had quite a well-formed sixpack and that maybe she could show him that this was not a good idea by slowly applying weight to Mark’s abdomen.

Mark could not wait to get on the floor under Gina’s boots. Her boots were flat with a heel made of hard plastic, the sole had a light tread. Mark lied down on the hard wooden floor of the kitchen. She put her right foot on Mark and gradually increased the pressure. Mark seemed to be enjoying this and was not screaming in pain. Eventually she stepped up fully onto his abdomen with one foot. She looked at Mark’s face. He seemed a little red but not in any obvious distress, she looked down at him,
“I can’t believe that you can take my 17 stone (108 kg) on your abdomen.”
Jack said that it felt nice and she put her other foot on him and stood normally. Gina did this as it made it easier to balance and moved her feet around to get comfortable. She had now been standing on Mark for a full five minutes, he was still slightly red but did not appear to be in much pain.

Mark then said,
“Bounce a little.”
Gina looked down at him,
“You are crazy.”
“No do it Gina, I love your weight.”
A thought occurred to Gina, she was not stupid, that maybe the reason that a smart good-looking man like Mark was going out with her was because of her size. This angered her slightly. Still standing on Mark, she asked him,
“Mark, my size is not the only reason you are going out with me.”
Mark answered a little too quickly,
“No of course not, but I do like big women.”
Gina was not convinced, Mark had that look that he had when not being completely honest,
“Liar.”

Mark decided he could not deny it any longer and said,
“Well, it is part of the reason, but I do like you as well.”
Gina felt cheated, Mark would have gone out with any large woman. This was why he had had never made any effort to treat her like a proper girlfriend. He liked her mass, not her personality. She thought to herself that maybe if you have a large woman standing on you then you should at least be careful not to upset her. She looked down at Mark and smiled,
“Get ready Mark. I’m going to do what you ask.”

She braced herself on the wall and bent her legs. Suddenly she was pushing hard as she jumped and her feet left Mark’s abdomen. As she landed, she did not bend her legs but let Mark’s abdomen absorb her momentum. Mark let out a groan, but did not scream out. Gina then repeated the jump three times more, making sure that she stomped down harder on each landing. Mark let out a cry,
“Ok Gina, that’s enough.”

Gina looked down at him, she thought she could make out tears in his eyes. Mark was weakened by her jumping and was no longer strong enough to turn over and shake Gina off. He just expected her to step off. Gina had Mark completely under her power now. She decided to step off Mark by walking up his chest and stepping on his face with her boot.

“Ok Mark, turn your face to the right.”

Mark complied but was not sure why Gina had asked. He then felt Gina step on his chest and then on the side of his face with her well-worn boot before getting off. As Gina stepped on his face she deliberately changed direction and the ball of her foot turned by nearly 90˚ on the side of Mark’s face. This did make him scream as it felt as though Gina had ripped his ear off. Mark was still on the floor holding his ear. Gina spoke to him,

“I feel betrayed by you Mark. You wanted me only for my weight, not for me. But as I have enjoyed our short relationship I’ll do something else before I leave, put out your hand, if you dare.” Mark realised that Gina was going to home anyway so he thought he may as well make the most of her offer. She walked towards Mark and stepped on his hand with the ball of her left foot. She realised that Mark was enjoying this too much. She stepped of his hand and said,

“Other hand now.”

Mark held out his hand out waiting for another crush. Gina thought of all those men that had made her life miserable in the past. She thought of Mark’s dishonesty. She raised her right foot to nearly knee height and stomped down on Mark’s fingers as hard as she could. To make this as painful as possible she did this with the back of her heel. The back of her heel made contact with Mark’s fingers. Her boot stomped mainly on his index finger and she thought to herself that it must have hurt. It did. It hurt Mark so much more than he expected, in fact, he thought Gina had broken his finger. His finger was the only thing between the hard sharp back of Gina’s boot heel and the unforgiving and unyielding wooden floor. It was cut and bruised but the heel had hit the finger in the middle between the knuckle and the joint it was not broken. His finger looked rather like it had been caught in a car door as someone slammed it shut. Mark was relieved that the heel had not hit the joint, he could only imagine the damage it would have done. He screamed in pain as Gina laughed at him,
“That’s what you wanted isn’t it Mark? If you want me to do the other hand I’ll try harder to break your fingers. I’m sure with a few more stomps I could really mess up your hand.”

Mark did not dare to put out his other hand. Gina walked out of the kitchen, in the hallway she noticed a pair of Mark’s expensive sunglasses. She knocked them onto the floor in front of her and walked across them to the satisfying sound of one of the lenses cracking beneath her weight. She shouted back to Mark,

“Sorry Mark, I think I have trod on your sunglasses that were on the floor.”
She slammed the door to the flat and left. She was not sure then if she would see Mark again, but if she did it would be more on her terms.

Part 2

Gina spoke to her friend Susan about Mark who was sympathetic but said something that piqued Gina’s curiosity. Apparently, there were a number of men who would like to be squashed in some way by a large woman. Susan told Gina about trample and showed her some sights on the internet with men being trampled. Gina was surprised at just how much pain men could take and that there were women who were happy to do it for the right fee. Susan also said that she had a friend who ran an escort agency who sometimes got men asking for such services. Gina wanted to know if this involved sex, but Susan assured her that many of these men were not wanting sex but only to be sat on, trampled or hurt by a woman in some other way. Gina was intrigued and asked Susan to introduce her to her friend Sharon.

Sharon was in her mid-forties and very smartly dressed. The agency she ran was obviously doing well. For the most part she arranged for men without a partner who wanted a beautiful woman to accompany him to an event. She did not encourage the girls to have sex, but she realised that this was inevitable in some cases. She also told Gina that she did get the odd case where someone wanted something ‘a bit exotic’. Sharon showed Gina her website. The faces of the escorts were hidden as were distinguishing features such as tattoos, but it was clear that Sharon was a shrewd businesswoman. Gina was even more intrigued, and the money the escorts made per hour was as much as she made in a day.

Gina thought about it, but it was really a bit afraid so did not contact Sharon again. A month later, Sharon contacted her. She explained about ‘a job’ that she thought Gina might be interested in. An executive of an electronics company who lived in the North of the country was staying in a hotel for an extra night after a meeting. He would like some ‘exotic entertainment’ the job was to last two hours. Sharon had said that it would not involve sex but merely Gina sitting on him for a time and possibly some light trample. Sharon said that she had known the man for years and that it was completely safe.

Gina thought to herself, another boring night of TV or an exciting diversion. She drove herself to the hotel and knocked on the room. She was greeted by a small man probably not more than 5’ 6” and probably only weighing 10 stone. Gina’s immediate reaction was that he could not possibly take her sitting on him for more than a few minutes and that she would flatten him if she walked over him. She could not possibly see how he could take her punishment for two hours. It had taken her less than five minutes to reduce Mark, a strong guy, to a whimpering wreck. She guessed the man’s age was about 40, she never knew his name as he was not willing to give her it.
The whole thing was quite business-like. He explained,

“I just want you to sit and watch TV for an hour, sitting on me. I will lie face up on the sofa and you can sit on any part of me, legs, stomach, chest and face. If I tap you then I will expect you to move position. Please don’t sit on my knees or lower legs as I do not want my knees damaged. Oh, please don’t be gentle. I want you to treat me like a rather uncomfortable cushion. Don’t talk to me, just treat me as nothing more than a seat.”
Gina could see the Man did not want to chat so waited for him to lie on the sofa. She thought to herself,
“Here goes.”

She sat on the Man just as she would sit in a chair at home, she sat on his chest first and could hear him exhale as her weight compressed his lungs. Se wriggled around to get more comfy, the man obviously liked this as he let out an appreciative groan. Gina found the remote and switched the channel over on the TV until she found a comedy she liked. The man tapped Gina every few minutes and she changed position. She alternated between the chest and stomach at first until the man said,
“Face.”

Gina obliged, she hoped that the rivets on the backside of her jeans would not damage his face too much. Much to Gina’s surprise the man could cope with her sitting on him, even bouncing a bit, this was such easy money. Gina was sitting on his chest again when he tapped her and said,
“Balls.”
Gina had been slightly dreading this, her little experience of men told her that this was a sensitive area and she could cause real pain. She hesitated until the man said impatiently again,
“Balls, didn’t you hear.”
Gina thought that he deserved whatever pain he gets for being so rude. She got up and sat down heavily on his lap. The first thing she was aware of was a hard penis below her butt. The man was obviously enjoying this more than she had thought. She started moving her arse from side to side, much to the man’s delight. She could feel a pulsing feeling and realised that the man was cumming in his trousers. She eased the pressure slightly to allow him to ejaculate,
“Head.”

Gina moved obediently to the head and sat down much more heavily than before. She had almost forgotten by now that she was actually sitting on another human being. She lifted her legs from the floor so that more of her weight was on his head, he groaned, she thought that she would not like to have 17 stone sitting on the side of her face. He tapped her again,
“Sit back down on my head but I want to face up this time not to the side.”
Gina said,
“That may break your nose.”
“Just do it.”
Gina raised herself then sat back down a few seconds later, she could feel his nose under her left buttock. She wasn’t sure how much of her weight she would let squash his nose but then just decided to sit normally. If he wanted a broken nose, then she would oblige. Gina was amazed at how desensitized she had become. At the start of the session she was genuinely concerned for the man’s well-being. Now, it was just a job. The man’s nose was obviously hurting as he tapped Gina again. As Gina arose he said,
“Trampling now.”

Gina had not realised the time, but she had been sitting on the man in various positions for nearly an hour and a half. She spoke to the man,
“Bare feet or shoes?”
“Shoes.”
He looked at the flat boots she was wearing and said,
“Got any others?”
Sharon had prepared Gina well and told her to come with a selection of shoes. Gina opened a sports bag she had with her and showed him a half dozen pair of shoes. None of her shoes were stilettos but some had small block heels. He chose a pair of thigh high boots with low heels tapering to a horse-shoe heel about 3 by 4 cm. Gina wondered if he had ever had someone her size walking on him with heels that size. Still, that is what he wanted, she changed boots and he laid on the floor on his front. Gina noticed the wet patch on his trousers but that he also had another erection. Gina had never turned a man on so easily, he said,

“Stand on my back then walk down to my feet, stepping on my arse, thighs and calves but not the back of my knees. Then keep doing this turning around on my back each time. At first walk without any weight on your heels but gradually start to walk more normally. If I say stop then got off.”
From the instructions he gave, he was obviously used to this and knew what he was doing. Gina relaxed a little. Using the wall for balance she did as asked. She realised that walking on another human being is more tricky than it appears. It took her some practice before she was confident at balancing. She realised that each time she stumbled and lost balance that it was more painful for the man underneath her. She did not worry about that, he was paying for the pain she was inflicting. She wondered how the man could take this, she had been walking up and down on him for a good ten minutes. She had been walking slowly but had certainly let a sizeable fraction of her weight remain on the heels. Unfortunately, the man was wearing trousers and a shirt so she could not see any marks her footwear had made. He then surprised her,

“Walk as you are but on the backs of your heels. Use the wall for balance.”
By this time Gina had stopped worrying about the pain she was causing and was wondering how long she had left. She just did as instructed. The man instantly tensed up, the walking on the heels made a difference. Gina experimented by leaning further back on her heels so that the her weight was supported by a much smaller area. As expected, the man was in much greater pain. As she trod into his calf muscle with the back of her heel and lingered there the man shouted,
“Stop.”

Gina stepped off and the man reached down to rub his calf. Gina said,
“We’ve got less then ten minutes. Can you take any more?”
“Give me a minute then do my hands.”
Gina asked,
“This is really my first time doing this, did I do well?”
“Brilliant. You slowly pushed me to my limit. You just don’t seem to care about the pain you cause.”
Gina was quite pleased with herself and asked,
“Would you let me see your back. I just want to see if I made any marks?”
The man slowly took off his shirt. There were bruise marks developing from Gina’s heels but there did not appear to be any broken skin although some did look really sore. The man then kneeled in front of Gina and layed out his hands palm up,
“Face away from me and place one heel into the middle of each palm. Put all your weight on your heels and gently transfer it from one foot to the other.”
Gina did as she was told, she was somewhat alarmed at the noise the man was making. This treatment of his hands was pushing him near to his tolerance of pain. A mischievous idea came into Gina’s head. As she put her weight onto the right heel she deliberate wobbled so that all of her weight was on the side of her heel. The man yelped with pain,
“Sorry.”
The man told her to get off. He then paid the agreed amount to Gina. He asked her,
“When I am in London again, would you do this again?”
Gina said that she would like that.
“Could you bring some more viscous heels next time.”
“I can, but can you take it?”
“I will have fun seeing. One last thing, as you walk out the door I will lay me left hand palm down in your path. Tread on it with your heel as near to the middle of my hand as possible and walk across it so that for an instant your full weight passes over my hand. Don’t worry if I scream out, don’t look back, just walk out the door. I want you to do this as though you just don’t give a shit.”

Gina packed up her bag and the man opened the door for her. He put his left hand palm down in front of the doorway. Gina started from the far side of the room so she could judge the paces. By the time she got to his hand, he was beginning to have second thoughts. Gina’s heel came down heavily on the back of his hand and as her weight passed across she could feel bones moving, possibly breaking, in his hand. She twisted on the heel slightly as she left the room. She heard the man gasp and yelp in pain as the door closed behind her. She had left with a lot of money, he was left with a few bruises, a fair exchange she thought. She did wonder if she had broken any bones in the man’s hand. She would have to control herself more. Although this was not sexually exciting for her, the idea of making money out of hurting men was certainly an appealing thought.

Part 3

Over the next year Gina built up a list of regular customers. She would discuss, through Sharon, what she was willing to do. Most wanted either to be sat on or a simple trampling with either bare feet or relatively flat footwear. She was quite happy to do this now and the bending of a Man’s body under her weight had become something she had gotten used to. She interpreted the men’s grunts and groans as expressions of pleasure although she did realise at times that she had hurt them more than they were prepared for. Although for a man, being sat on by Gina, was exciting and pleasurable, for Gina it was boring. She took to playing games on her phone, she would even forget that she was sitting on someone and bounce unexpectedly as she celebrated getting to a new stage in a game. Far from being upset about this, the men liked her careless attitude. As for walking on men, she was delighted that that she could cause such pain and arousal so easily to these men she treated as floors. Most of the trampling was designed to produce enough pain to cause to excitement but not enough to cause any damage other than bruising or occasional scuffing.

One particular thing she did like that one of her clients had showed her was to stand on the front of a mans thighs facing him. Transfer her weight to one foot and find his erect penis with the other. She would then start to massage the penis with her shoe and would apply as much pressure as the man could handle and massage the erect penis. It always surprised her how quickly she could make a man ejaculate like this. Her clients appreciated her inventiveness. One thing she did not like was to have men worship her feet. She did not mind kissing either her feet or shoes but did draw the line at them licking her feet. She also enjoyed standing on men’s heads or faces. She would try to introduce this if the man did not already want it. She was at first surprised at how most men could take her standing on the side of their face. To increase the pain she would sometimes stand on one foot or bounce a little. She also twisted a little but never in the way she had done to Mark. There was a fine balance between pleasurable pain and pain that crossed the threshold into being just pain.

Gina was happy with her clientele and the fact that the job which only took up two or three evenings per week was increasing her income so that she put down a deposit on a flat. At 26 she was well on her way to financial security. She had also started seeing Mark again. This was on the condition that that did normal boyfriend/girlfriend things together in addition to their somewhat unconventional sex life. She would try things on Mark before using it on a customer. This sometimes left Mark in much greater pain than he cared for. She was now comfortable using even smaller heels but never stilettos. Some of her clients could take quite small heels, others not. She kept a notebook of the things her regulars liked and disliked and their limits. One thing she did try that caused Mark considerable discomfort was to crush things on his chest, back or abs. Pieces of food, fruit, cakes, biscuits were fine but messy. She once tried a bunch of keys on Marks chest. She thought this might hurt a bit. As walked over the keys and crushed them into Mark’s chest it obviously hurt quite a lot. Mark said it was bearable though. She had to stop this after an incident that nearly caused Mark to visit the hospital. She had left the keys on his chest and walked over them with the ball of her booted foot, as she walked across she twisted her foot slightly and one of the smaller keys was stabbed into the pectoral muscle of Mark’s chest. It penetrated nearly a cm under Gina’s weight. Gine knew something was wrong from the way Mark screamed and then from the blood flowing from his chest.

Gine did not try the keys again with Mark. She did introduce it to some of her braver clients but with a set of keys she brought along. These had only larger flatter keys. They sometimes caused a little cutting but Gina never again stabbed any of her clients. One of her clients suggested a can crush on his chest. At first this was done bare-chested, but the sharp edges caused too much cutting. Gina was not to be put off though, she would bring a patch from an old leather jacket and crush the can on that. The can would still be crushed on the client but without the risk of cutting him.

Part 4

One of Gina’s clients realised that he could never take being trampled by Gina in stilettos but would love to see her crush something using stilettos. Gina agreed but he would have to pay for the shoes. Gina bought a pair of stiletto ankle boots with a circular heel 5 mm in diameter. The heels were quite low, Gina did not want to appear to be any taller. It really was the thinnest heel she had seen. Not wanting to destroy the new carpets or vinyl floor of her newly acquired flat she bought a piece of pine board from a local DIY store. She first tried just standing on it and was surprised to see the dents the heels made. She then tried walking across the board in a more or less normal manner, the back of the heel gouged out a deep dent. Clearly walking across it put a lot more pressure on the heel and caused a lot more damage. Her next experiment was to balance on the back of the heels and walk about on the board. These dents were really spectacular. The last thing she tried was to balance on one heel, use the table as support and twist one way then the other on the heel. This drilling motion was very effective, the heel drilled into the board like a drill bit.

Gina had realised that stiletto heels can be incredibly destructive. She thought of the petite girl, Cindy, at the office. She always wore the thinnest of heels. She had noticed that Cindy would sometimes balance on her heels much to the detriment of the office flooring. Cindy was probably less than half Gina’s weight. But if Cindy trod on someone’s foot with those heels it would probably penetrate the shoe and foot.

Gina had agreed to meet the client for whom she had bought the heels at an Italian restaurant in central London. This location had been chosen for its food and floors. The floor, near the bar, was wooden. It was dented by years and years of women wearing stilettos. The idea was for Gina to add some more. The client, Pete, could not believe the heels that Gina was wearing. His went erect from the moment he saw them. Gina could see the excitement in his eyes and played along. As they sat at a table she casually announced she had some new shoes, she showed them off to Pete, and pointed out the heel. She ran her finger along the heel and explained they were still quite sharp as they were not worn very much yet. Gina thought that Pete was going to cum in in trousers. It was strange, Gina thought, that in the past showing men her breasts had not caused as much excitement in a man than showing Pete the heels of her boots.

Gina made a point of getting up and walking across the floor several times during the evening. She made trails of new dents across the floor each time she walked. She walked slowly making sure that on each step the heel was supporting her whole weight for a fraction of a second. At one point she went to the bar for a drink. As she stood at the bar waiting, Pete could see that she was balancing on the backs of her heels. He almost felt sorry for the floor beneath her. Then she casually lifted one foot of the floor and tucked it behind her other leg. All of her weight was on her right foot. She then lifted the toes of her right boot and using the bar as support started twisting her heel into the floor. Pete could see the wood splintering as her heel gouged out a deep hole. The taxi ride back to Pete’s hotel was only a few minutes but seemed like an eternity for Pete. Gina, always inventive, had brought an old paperback with her. She ‘accidentally’ dropped this on the floor and it found its way under her heels. For the rest of the journey her heels twisted and ground on the book until it was a mass of dents.

Pete was no fool. He had seen what those heels had done to the restaurant floor and the paperback. He would not let her trample him with those. What he wanted was for Gina to gently massage his penis with the boots. He told Gina this and Gina was willing to oblige, he took off his clothes and lay down naked before Gina. She slowly walked towards him and asked him to spread his legs apart. Clearly she could not stand on his thighs without making two holes in them, balancing on the ball of her feet while stimulating him with the other would be too unsafe. If she lost balance and stepped back hard with those heels on Pete’s body he would be in a whole lot of trouble. So she stood in front of Pete and just rubbed her booted foot around Pete’s penis and scrotum. At one point, she rested the heel on the erect penis, with hardly any pressure. She could hear Pete panting then suddenly ejaculate up his naked stomach. She watched, fascinated by the pumping penis.

Pete went to the bathroom to clean himself up. Gina poured them both a drink. Pete had one last request from Gina before she went. He had brought with him a number of items that he wanted Gina to crush beneath her heels. He laid the items out on a towel for her. There were pens, pencils, a sealed pack of cards, erasers etc. He asked if Gina would do it blindfold and he would feed items to her. He would tell her to step on back on her heel when the item was in place. He stressed that she should put all her weight on anything under her heels. Gina agreed to this but told Pete he had better be careful with his fingers.

Gina stood there to hear Pete say,
“Up.”
Gina lifted the heel of her right boot,
“Down”
Gina put her heel back down and put her full weight on the object for a second, then lifted her heel so that the object could be removed.
Gina did this for about ten objects, each time she could hear Pete’s squeals of delight as her heel did it work. Most of the objects were easy to guess. A pen gave a satisfying crunch. She could feel the wood of a pencil give under her weight and sometimes be completely squashed. The pack of cards felt much like the paperback. The heel obviously sank into the pack and dented it but Gina was unable to tell how far as the carpet under was also compressed by her weight. The game was nearly at an end and Pete had allowed his sexual excitement to take the place of his common sense. He simply could not resist what he was about to do next. Pete said,
“Up”

Gina lifted her left boot heel by a couple of cms.
Pete put his left index finger under Gina’s heel. He placed it so that the heel would come down between the two bottom joints of the finger on the underside of the finger. He had seen the short work the heels made of pencils, yet he still thought it a good idea. His penis was hard, despite the earlier ejaculation. Gina would not have stepped on his hand or fingers with those boots, certainly not with her full weight. Yet she was not to know how much Pete had been excited by what she had already done that night. Pete said,
“Down”

Gina put her heel down and immediately transferred all of her wight to that heel, she was used to this now. She did not feel a crack so did not think it was a pen. Whatever was under her heel had seemed to have moved and she felt her heel slide off to the left. She thought it was just another pencil. She realised that it was not a pencil when she heard Pete’s stifled scream. She removed the towel from her face that was acting as a blindfold and was faced by Pete holding his finger almost dancing around the room.
Pete had been trampled by Gina on a number of occasions and knew that he could take her weight. That was when her weight was spread out over her ample backside or over the largish area of her shoes.

Even when she used heels they were quite large being at least 2cm by 2cm making an area of more than 400mm2. Those heels were rubber or plastic and had a lot of give. A 5mm diameter circular heel has an area of less than 20mm2 and the metal heel has no give. As Gina transferred her weight to the heel it just sank into the flesh of Pete’s finger. The edge of the heel simply cut through the skin with Gina’s weight. The finger turned slightly, and the heel slipped to the left. On its relentless way down it had taken a chunk of skin and muscle from Pete’s finger crushing it to pulp as the heel hit the floor. Pete’s finger was left with a hole at one side pouring blood onto the floor.

She quickly gave Pete the towel to wrap around his finger and asked him how he could have been so stupid. The pain was so intense that Pete could hardly speak,

“I’m sorry Gina. You had better go. I will go to the hospital and say that I got my finger trapped in a piece of machinery, or something. I know I should have been more careful but I could not resist. The only good thing is that I was tempted to put the palm of my hand under your heel, God knows what would have happened then.”

“You would probably have a hole in your hand. Did you not see what these heels did to that floor? How could you possibly think they would do any less damage to your hand? I am off now as I have to be in work tomorrow.”
Gina left Pete with his injured hand. As she walked out of the hotel she smiled at herself and looked down at her boots. She thought to herself,
“If any toerag in a bar or on a train touches my arse again and I’m wearing these boots I know exactly what I’ll do. I’ll accidentally step back onto his foot with as much of my weight as possible and twist the heel. He certainly won’t be able to stand behind me doing that for a while as he will not be able to stand at all.”

The next time Gina met Mark, she told him about the incident. The way Gina causally talked about whether Pete would ever be able to use that finger properly again gave Mark a chill. Although her client had never asked Gina about stepping on his finger, Mark wondered if he had asked and given her enough money would she have done it anyway. He asked Gina about that, she thought for a while,

“Yes, I think I would. If that is what they really want and offer me enough to make it worth my while, then I don’t see anything wrong. I think the thought of causing someone so much pain with so little effort on my part is quite thrilling. Would you like me to do it to you?”
Mark declined the offer!