Tyler Marie Whitcomb walked briskly through the fourth level parking garage, heels clicking loudly on the cement floor. She carried her briefcase in one hand, her light beige purse in the other. Her matching beige business suit was too tight for her body, which was thin to begin with, and was so constraining that the pressure shown in her face, which seemed to be in a constant state of alertness - eyes wide, cheeks pale, nostrils closed, hair pulled back behind her head, revealing a hard pink forehead.
Her car was straight ahead - an old yellow Geo Storm. She hated it. She would often deny that she owned it, called it a "fucking rental" that she was forced to lug around until her "baby" Porsche was out of the shop. Her listeners, who themselves owned Mercedes, Porsches, Caddies, would nod knowingly, and laugh about their own experiences with "the fucking rental." Tyler often used this line as an icebreaker at parties. She came up wth it almost a year ago. No one ever noticed.
She was thinking about her presentation, and how the board members must have hated it, and what she would like to shove up their asses if she had the chance, when suddenly her right heel dropped into a grate just below her feet. She jerked to a stop, her briefcase flying out of her hand and sliding a few feet across the cement floor.
"Aw shit…" She looked down at her stuck heel, wedged between two rusty bars. She tugged at it, grunting under her breath, but it wouldn't come free. "Damn heel…fuck!" She tugges harder, this time her jacket falling out of her hand. She gasped, and reached out her hand to grab it before it hit the floor, and lost her balance. Instinctively, she waved her arms around to catch her balance, her one free foot rising up off the ground. "Woah….woah…." She jerked her body forward, causing her foot to come crashing down onto the grate.
"Whew." She caught her breath, and went to bend down to retrieve her jacket….but now the left heel was stuck too. She jerked both feet, but neither would budge. Both heels were caught tight in the grate.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck." She yanked each leg several times, her face wincing as she pulled with all her strength. Her stockinged feet strained badly inside the beige heels.
"I am not taking my shoes off here." She looked down at her helpless feet, tired and upset. "Stuck…."
She looked around the garage. Nothing but cars. Not a soul in sight to help her.
"I can't believe this." I'm all alone, she thought, and I can't get free. This idea made her pause, for a moment. She ran those words back over her mind. Alone. Stuck. Can't get free. She didn't know why, but there was something…interesting about that. No, she thought, interesting is the wrong word. She thought about it again, about begin stuck all alone, where no one could find her. She felt a tingling sensation in her loins…a spark. Erotic. That was the word. There was something erotic about all this.
While this confused her, she couldn't help but smile a little. She knew she could just take her feet out of her shoes and get them dirty on the cold cement floor, but for she couldn't help thinking…what if I couldn't get out? What if I were stuck here…for hours. Days. Forever.
Stuck here. No one to find me. For hours. Struggling. All alone. Struggling. Can't move….
Words passed through her mind, with feelings attached to them: "stuck", "forever", "alone", "helpless". She begin to feel more and more fascinated with her situation. She started tugging wildly, her heels nearly breaking off in the grate below.
"Oh my…this is a perilous situation i'm stuck in." She came to her senses, and quickly tried to hop out of her heels, nearly falling flat on her face. Her stockinged feet lifted slightly out of her shoes then smacked back in. She swiveled, looking down at her heels.
"Odd?" She thought. She then tried to lift a heel out of her right shoe but some force pulled it back in. She crouched down to inspect what was wrong. She grasped her ancle and pulled on her heel. Her nyloned heel lifted slightly out of her shoe trailed by some kind of weird yellow goo.
The goo has soaked through her nylons and was gripping the skin on her bare heel tightly. "Yuck! There is glue in my shoes! One of those board office kiss asses must have done this to me!" She held her heel in one hand and her ancle in the other as she desperatly tired to pry the shoe from her slender foot. The shoe snapped back on and she realized that it would take more strength than she had to get the shoes off her feet.
She slid her hands under her shoes and began to focus an freeing her heels from the grate. A few hard tugs reveiled that they were wedged in to tight for her to pull free alone.
"I can't belive i'm doing this." She mutterd before she began to call for help, her cries for help going unheard in the empty garage.
