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Another great place for finger crush is near the heavy extension cords running from the sound booth to the stage, as the girls get used to stepping on the cords and don’t think your hand is unusual when you put it down there. Unfortunately, there weren’t any girls wearing hard shoes there the other night, and being stepped on in beach tongs just doesn’t do it for me.
After the concert, I did the bar thing, sitting on a dance platform and getting my hands stepped on by all manner of heels and shoes, but nothing really stands out, other than that the girls were SMOKIN’!
The next night was the big concert in the sand. Crowds so thick you couldn’t move and no one in their right mind would sit down (of course, that’s why I was sitting!). I worked my way to the thickest crowd, near the front, following two totally raunchy babes, both in jeans and light tops (one had a halter top). One blond, one brunette, the blond wearing cowboy boots, and the brunette (unbelievably) actually wearing five-inch white stilettos! My dream come true! She was actually talking about how she couldn’t believe she’d worn “my heels” and that she didn’t know the big stage was actually on the beach! I watched her stilettos just stabbing right into the sand, sinking up to their hilt as she walked!
Once they got near the front, I casually worked my way next to the girl with the cowboy boots (there was no room near stiletto-girl) and sat down, creeping my hand nearer her boots. All my subterfuge wasn’t necessary as she turned her back to me, stepped squarely on my fingers with her boots, and drove them straight under the sand without even a glance! She was dancing animatedly, stepping all over my hand without a clue! I’d never had a woman dancing all over my finger unknowingly for a significant period of time without looking down before, but she apparently didn’t feel a thing! She was so hard on my fingers, the sand formed sort of a solid table under my spread out hand, I could feel the violence of her stomps fully, and the grinding of her heels! I couldn’t see my hand at all, as she’d literally mashed it beneath the sand as she stepped around on it with both her boots! At one point, she wrapped her arms around her friend’s neck and they both jumped up and down, her boots slamming down on my hand over and over! If it had been a solid surface, I couldn’t have taken it for the time she did it!
I experienced the boot trample for about twenty minutes, then the girls started talking to two guys. Cowgirl stepped off my hand, still not noticing it and both worked their way around in front of me to have their conversation. I couldn’t really move and was thinking about changing locations to find a new trample queen when the guys gave the girls some beer and they moved back to beside me – only now they had switched places! Stiletto-girl was towering over me only six inches to my right and those nasty heels were just sunk in the sand! It took some time to work my hand under the sand and find her spikes, pounding away like a sewing machine as she danced, but once I did, it was heaven and hell at the same time! She didn’t miss a beat the first time she stepped on my hand with her stilettos! I couldn’t believe she didn’t feel it because it was killing me! And she didn’t even look down!
I had extended my arm almost fully to find her heels, and now I felt her full weight driving them over and over into my hand, without holding back at all! The heels were so sharp it was no different than being stepped on a hard surface! Her friend leaned over to say something and she calmed down to rocking back and forth, both heels together, impaling my hand beneath them! Finally, she stood in one place, both heels fully on my hand, crushing into it with her full weight! She was only about twenty, but she was tall and drop-dead gorgeous! And oblivious! Her heels were no longer sinking in the sand! They were almost fully out of it because they were standing on the back of my hand! I’m guessing she never looked down, because, unconsciously, she felt as if she was standing normally in her heels!
I could feel the adrenaline coursing through me, my teeth chattering, sweat breaking out on my forehead, as the pain became unbearable! She was casually drinking her beer, never knowing what she was doing to me beneath those evil spikes! This is one of the longest, uninterrupted “crushes from hell” I’ve ever endured. This babe calmly stood on my fingers for the next hour and a half, never moving! Once, she stepped off my hand, her heel sank into the sand, and she unconsciously stepped right back on it again, searching for solid ground! I was screaming under my breath, “Please! Oh Shit! Oh Shit! Please!” then just groaning in an effort to take the pain! I really did think about letting her know what she was doing to me, but a couple of beers before the concert was working its magic and making it endurable – barely!
When the concert ended, the girls just walked off me without even looking at me. I felt like one of the men in ‘Traffic Stop!’ Then, I got up, trying to work my fingers as the joints in my hand were horribly in pain, and walked toward the boardwalk. At the last minute, I noticed the eight or nine concrete steps leading off the beach up to the boardwalk, so I stood beside them, as hundreds of babes in all kinds of shoes stomped up over them just to my right. I laid my hand on the step next to me and just swung it inward onto the step as all the girls stepped down and swung it away in advance of the guys. The crowds were so thick no one could even really look down! I got about ten minutes of brutal stomping from mostly beach tongs, but still plenty of clogs, tennis shoes, heels, and boots! If you figure one person every 2 seconds, half of them girls, over ten minutes, that’s about 150 women that stepped on my hand. If 20% wore heels, that’s 30 heels, which is about right. Only once, did I hear a female voice say, “Sorry!” as she continued walking up the steps.
Both hands are sore and achy now and covered in heel marks and boot treads! Another great Labor Day goes by!