Party Time 13 min read

It was a very hot night, so as much as I hated going to parties, the invitation from my neighbor to his pool party was just too good to pass up. I hated this guy, he had no idea, though. He was pretty shallow and churned through stunning girlfriends way faster than I could eat hot dinners. He was so detestable, tall, good looking, fit, and worst of all, rich.

He was also computer illiterate, and had purchased an amazing array of hardware based just on price, I was sure. That lucky salesman must have seen him coming and made out like a bandit. Then, as the resident local geek, he kept hitting me up to fix his many issues. I would have loved to fix the issue between his ears with a baseball bat. But he was generous, he was way too friendly, he was easy to hate, but I could not bring myself to break away from his bloody charismatic grip.

But my mind wanders, back to the party. Dressed in very conservative long board shorts with an added pair of speedos underneath, and a thin t-shirt, wrapped in my biggest towel, with my best thongs on my feet, I was barely ready. I watched the party from behind my blinds, sweltering in 40 plus degree heat for the fifth straight day. I fantasised about that bloody huge pool of his and finally found the courage to start walking.

I slipped down the side gate and around the back to the pool. There were quite a few people in the pool, but it was by no means crowded. There were girls there, most in bikinis. I was not good with girls, they were scary, evil creatures, and I was terrified of them. Years of bad, painful experiences had ingrained a strong fear and a longing from a distance. Pitiful I was, just pitiful.

Entering through the side bushes, I put my towel, T-shirt and thongs in a safe, easy to get to spot, and slid as quietly as I could into the pool. The thermal shock was fantastic! I instantly cooled down and felt the relief of the cold water. As I relaxed, I started to survey the pool area, and what a sight it was.

It was all the girls that hit me, they were all very pretty. They were all different heights, but they were mostly thin or athletic and all stylish, as was Max’s style. What a bastard he was.

One thing that was very apparent was that most of the girls were wearing the most amazing high heels, almost all stilettos of some form or other. Some very, very sharp female footwear was in evidence. I felt an immediate interest from my groin and a sadness and longing in my heart. This party was going to truly suck. Oh well, cool down, stay out of sight and don’t attract attention.

That plan was not going to survive Max, though. Mr Muscles and six pack walked out onto the patio with three supermodels hanging off his huge pecs. “Hey Sam,” he bellowed at me, waving one arm, sending one of the models flying. How could he cast off such a gorgeous creature? What a wasteful prick?

Oh shit, he was now storming in my direction with a trail of beauties clattering along behind him. I hadn’t thought it was possible for my heart to sink lower, how wrong was I? Feeling very self-conscious, I huddled in the corner of the pool and waited.

“Hey dude, you came!! Great to see you!! Ladies, this is the computer wizard I was telling you about”. “Hey mate, Kimberly here has a funky laptop she needs help with, you up for it?” he just gushed at me. Kimberly smiled a ten thousand volt smile at me and said, “I would be SO grateful, Sammy. I need to sort out my email and my calendar, and it is really hurting me, and I would SO love it if you could!!” My god, I would have walked over hot coals for this red headed vision. From where my head was in the pool, she just towered above me, all I could make out were these incredible long, slender legs that seemed to go up forever until they met a reasonable pair of boobs and a large mop of red hair. She looked three metres tall to me.

“Can we do it now?” she crooned down at me. Now a twenty thousand volt smile hit me, and I was very aware that my groin was out of control and set to embarrass me badly. I was now having a full on panic attack, breathing was difficult, talking impossible, with my heart pounding in my head and the dizziness setting in. I just managed a grunt and reached up to pull myself out of the pool, but I lacked the strength.

Max had the attention span of a goldfish, and had moved his attention onto a buxom blond currently trying to climb into his mouth. Kimberly had moved her attention to the display tonsil hocky Max and the blond had underway, so no one was watching me struggle as I clambered up the side of the pool and reached out to grab the brickwork.

As I reached for the edge of the pool, Max and the blond bumped into Kimberly, and she stumbled back. There was the most incredible pain from my hand as her sharp, metal stiletto heel stomped down into the back of my hand and smashed its way between the bones. I felt the bones of my hand move under the incredible pressure. She had stomped back and now just stood there with all her weight impaling my hand. Oh, God, it hurt.

Her heels were polished wooden platforms, I’d never seen anything like them before. They were beautiful, with a carved wooden sole that was over an inch thick and contoured down to a sharp point at the front. The sole was a rugged rubber with deep impressions that looked like an off road SUV tire. But the back tapered up to a very high heel, at least six inches. And the heel, the thin, razor sharp golden metal heel, came out of the wood in a thin tube and stayed thin all the way down to the tip, which looked metal as well. And one of those amazing brutal metal heel tips was currently crushing a hole through my hand.

I could not scream, I was feeling a bit sick and struggling in the water. I was not going to drown, Kimberly had me nailed to the edge of the pool with a real nail.

I thought this was the worst pain I have ever felt, until she suddenly moved and twisted on her heel. I felt something give as her sexy heel ripped through the skin of my hand as she turned, then stepped away. As she lifted her heel, my hand lifted too and then let go as the heel ripped back out from my hand. Reflex action pulled my hand backwards into the water, then new pain, it was a saltwater pool. I was gasping in pain as a confused and pissed off looking Kimberly looked down at her heel and then me.

Zero volts now, she looked a bit pouty. Very beautiful, but pouty. “Can you help me?” she asked, sounding kind of sad now. I was calming down and had found my voice thankfully, but it had a bit of a hurt warble in it as I said “Yes, sure, I would love to”. She had no idea what pain she had just caused.

I managed to pull myself out to the pool with one arm, my right hand was throbbing with pain and bleeding, but I managed it. I grabbed my T-shirt and wrapped it around my hand to contain the bleeding and pulled my towel over my shoulders. I could find my left thong but not my right. I abandoned it and rushed after Kimberly in bare feet. As we went inside, I realised that in heels she was barely taller than me, and was actually quite petite. She was small but very well proportioned. She was lovely, and my lousy groin was betraying me again.

I followed her into Max’s huge study, it was the size of my whole dam unit. She was quiet, so I summoned up courage from somewhere and said “Um, are you ok, Kimberly? You look sad”. Bang! I was hit in the face with another twenty thousand volts. When this girl smiled, the planet lit up.

“Oh, aren’t you sweet!!” she said and just looked at me. I couldn’t take the intensity of her gaze. I looked down and mumbled, “Ah, um, er, your laptop?” Heart now racing again, trying desperately to not pass out, my panic attack was back with a vengeance.

She didn’t move for at least half a minute, she just stood there, a vision in a fire engine red bikini and flaming red hair. The more she studied me, the more I started shaking. I was going to come apart at the seams. My face was now fire engine red.

“Hey!! Are you bleeding?” she said, and reached for my hand as I pulled it away. “You are!! Let me see,” and she grabbed my arm and pulled it. I could not resist her as she lifted my arm, and slowly unwrapped my hand. Suddenly she took off to the bathroom with my arm, and therefore me in tow.

“What happened?” she asked, but I could only grunt. I was shaking again, it was a tough choice what the cause was. Blood loss, fear, hyperventilation … all three, take your pick.

She was efficient and quick, she had the first aid kit out, she had my hand under cold water, and was carefully examining my wound. Her beautiful eyes were wide, looking at the wound and at me, then I saw the lightbulb go off. She looked at the wound, then reached down and took off her shoe.

She examined the heel, which was splattered with blood, my blood. I was shocked, there was a small scrap of skin hanging off the sharp edge of the heel. She drew in a breath and looked at me very thoughtfully.

“Was that me? Did I get your hand with my heel?” she said softly. “That must have seriously hurt,” she continued. “Why didn’t you say something?” she asked. “I am so, so sorry, you poor thing. I felt something but didn’t realise. Oh, you poor thing, I am so sorry”. She looked really sad.

“It’s ok, it was my fault, I’m sorry.” I finally got some words out.

“What!!?!?” she exclaimed, “I smash my stiletto heel through your poor hand, and you say sorry to me?” “I think this needs a trip to the hospital,” she said. “No, please!!” I rasped out. “It has got to be hurting, right? There is no telling what damage I have done to you,” she said. She put gauze on the wound and wrapped it in a bandage. “No, hospital, now!!” she said and walked off dragging me behind her.

She suddenly turned and stepped over to a table and picked up a bag. She did not realise that the rough rubber sole of her awesome platform shoe was now crushing my toes. With that wooden platform, she would not feel anything she stood on, I was in love with them.

She opened the bag and pulled out what looked like a small red rag. She stretched it out and pulled it on, it was an amazing tight red mini dress and as she pulled it on. She looked fantastic. She had keys and moved to the door with a loud clacking on the hardwood floor. I stumbled and fell into the wall.

“Whoa there, let’s take it easy,” she said as she grabbed me around the waist and helped me out the door. We walked out the gate, her warm body holding me tight, the sweet smell of her perfume intoxicating me. She pressed the remote, we were beside a very large SUV. She opened the passenger door and helped me in. I did not feel very well.

She walked around the other side and climbed in, it was a very expensive looking Range Rover. The leather of the seats and trim still smelt new. I was in awe of her as she drove it like a sports car, in six inch heels. I was distracted by the sight of her legs, and the movement of them on the pedals. She kept glancing at me with an unreadable expression.

I don’t know how long the ride took, but we eventually arrived at some hospital somewhere. I was strangely a bit out of it. She was proving quite strong and fit as she dragged me out of the car and helped me into the emergency room.

I heard her start talking to a receptionist or nurse or something as I slowly passed out.

I felt like I was in a dream as I slowly came around, then woke with a start. I was in a bed, and Kimberly was holding onto my undamaged hand. She smiled at me and gave my hand a squeeze.

Just then, a very attractive middle aged woman in a white coat came in. She said, “Hi, I’m Dr Green. I’ll be looking after you today. What do we have going on here?”

Kimberly looked at me, and I could not speak or make eye contact, having problems breathing again and feeling very dizzy.

“We were out at a party, and I’m afraid I stood on his hand with my stiletto heel. I didn’t even notice, it just smashed a hole in his hand!” She explained, then went on to describe me passing out and being unable to talk.

The Dr gently unwrapped my hand, and asked Kimberly for her shoe. Kimberly took it off, and I again had a good look at that amazing long sharp heel.

“These are beautiful, and that heel is just amazing. I love them!” the Dr exclaimed. “Where did you get them?” she asked. As she said it, the Dr was comparing the hole in my hand with the heel tip. “That clearly did the damage all right, and you didn’t feel a thing?” she asked. “No, I just stepped on it. I may have twisted the heel a bit, I remember feeling something strange, but I was distracted,” said Kimberly.

The Dr looked at me, lifting my chin to look me in the eye. “I’ll bet you felt it, right? How did that feel? Did you feel a twist?” she asked. She had an intense look on her face. I just nodded.

“He doesn’t say much, does he? is he always like this?” the Dr asked Kimberly as she went over to a trolley and filled a syringe. “No, he has only mumbled a few words at me since we met an hour ago”. Kimberly replied, folding her arms and frowning at me. Now I felt like I wanted to die, my life really was not worth living.