Realtor high heel step stool 4 min read

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This happened to me at work this past Tuesday. I’m in construction and frame houses for a living. We were well along with a fairly large custom home when two gorgeous ladies pulled up in a Dodge Durango. I recognized the driver as Kelly, a realtor who is always dressed to kill. A strawberry blonde with a tight ass, today she was wearing a business suit and spiked black high heeled boots with pointy toes! The other woman was just as pretty and probably another realtor. Dark hair halfway down her back, white blouse, skirt just above the knee and, most important, sexy pumps with 4 or 5 inch stiletto heels.

As the two walked up to the house, their heels were sinking deep into the dirt with each step they took. The steps going up into the house were not built yet (that’s the brickmason’s job) so we had a long 2 by 10 leaned on the floor deck for a walk-up board from the ground to the first floor. Kelley stepped up on the board, bouncing her weight a bit and said “I can’t walk up this with these boots on”. She then asked if there were a ladder available. I said they were all packed up already for the day. I then got on all 4s and said “My shirt’s already dirty so you can use me as a step stool if you like”. “The other lady said “Mmmm, this could be fun” and didn’t hesitate a bit. She planted her right spike heel in the middle of my back and stepped up on me with all of her weight. She then stepped off into the house. Kelley walked up, saying “Sorry about the heels”. I told her I didn’t mind and actually it felt kinda good. She gave me a weird look as she stepped up on me and joined the other woman in the house.

The ladies walked around house checking things out. I could follow their movements pretty easily looking through some of the cracks in the unfinished walls.  And from the outside I made it look like I was still doing work.

A little while later they were standing about 8 ft from me when I heard “Watch it! A wasp!” Both women swatted at it with the papers in their hands and Kelly managed to knock it to the ground several feet away. The other girl said “God, I hate those things” and proceeded to walk over to the stunned wasp and stepped right on it with a ‘crunch’. The woman didn’t grind him into the floor or stomp on him or anything. She just stood on him and resumed her conversation as if nothing were out of the ordinary. Kelly, though, was still distracted by the bug. She looked down at the wasp and told the other woman “I think the wasp is still alive. I can see it squirming around down there”. The girl said “Good! I hate those things ever since I was stung by one as a kid. Let it suffer!” and continued her discussion of the house.

As the mean girl talked, she’d shift her weight a bit which had the effect of slowly grinding the bug into the floor. But this was just normal moving around. Mean girl didn’t seem to consider in the least that she was still crushing a bug under her shoe.

After a couple of minutes the mean girl stepped off the bug and walked over to the kitchen area. I could see that the wasp was still partially alive. It was smashed pretty well but part of its body was still twitching and trying to crawl. Kelley followed after mean girl and quietly (but deliberately) stepped down on the wasp with the ball of her right boot. In one quick motion she twisted her foot with all of her weight on it as she stepped on the bug. This had the effect of completely crushing the wasp’s remaining guts and body parts into the plywood floor (and ending the question of whether the wasp was still alive or not!). Kelly then continued walking as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. I guess she just wanted to put the insect out of its misery.

After about 20 minutes the ladies were ready to leave so I pretended to look for a stepladder. Mean girl then said “Can’t we step on you again ?” So I assumed the position about two feet below them. Since they were now stepping down, gravity carried all of their weight heavily onto my back and the two essentially gored me with their spike heels. It was much more painful than before. But the women walked off without looking back or even saying “thank you”.

Later I took my shirt off and saw 4 dirty pointy-toe footprints on it. Damn, what a day!

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