Little pets.pdf

The hot summer sun beat down mercilessly on the cracked pavement as Veronica strode purposefully along the sidewalk in her favorite black stilettos, the clicking of the heels echoing in the still air. At 5'8", the 3-inch heels made her an imposing figure, her long legs seemingly going on forever.

Veronica had always been obsessed with high heels - the way they made her feel powerful, sexy, and in control. She loved how they elongated her legs and toned her calf muscles. But more than that, she had a secret fetish - a crush fetish. The feeling of something, anything really, squishing beneath the pointed tip of her shoe sent electric thrills through her body.

Unbeknownst to her, this day would be extra satisfying in that regard. Tiny lizards scurried across the sidewalk, seeking refuge from the intense heat. As she walked, Veronica felt brief moments of resistance underfoot. The lizards were far too small to be seen, and she assumed it was just pebbles or cracks in the pavement giving way.

Her little black dress rode up her thighs with each step, the breeze offering tantalizing glimpses up her skirt to the passersby lucky enough to be walking in the opposite direction. She knew they were looking - who could resist a glance at a set of legs like hers, especially in shoes like these? She felt their eyes on her and it filled her with an intoxicating sense of power.

Lost in her own world, Veronica didn't notice when a particularly small lizard attempted to cross her path. Stepping right on the tiny creature, she felt a minuscule pop beneath the ball of her foot. If she noticed at all, she assumed it was just a particularly large pebble. To the lizard, it might as well have been a steamroller.

A few blocks later, the same thing happened again. This time, the lizard tried in vain to escape under the sole of her shoe. Veronica didn't even flinch, just kept walking along with the slightest crunching sound coming from below her shoe. She chalked it up to the pavement.

By the time she reached her destination, unbeknownst to her, she had become something of a Death Goddess, her dangerous shoes mowing down all in their path. Tiny lizards were pasted to the underside of her stilettos, only to be squished into paste the second her foot came down again. They were delaying her inevitable arrival, but only for a few very intense seconds.

Veronica remained blissfully unaware of her prolific kill count, focused only on her own desires. As she entered the building, she felt the breeze blowing up her skirt and her eyes lidded. If only she knew the true power her shoes wielded. A few poor little souls had met their end today, but she would never know. All she knew was that she felt like a total boss.