Title: Stomped
Elsa
was
an
employee
of
mine.
Approximately
two
weeks
before
she
submitted
an
application,
I
was
looking
at
her
from
my
office
through
the
one-way
glass,
admiring
her
size
and
her
feet.
She
was
an
amazon
of
a
girl,
about
6
feet
tall
and
around
190lbs.
She
was
Hispanic,
with
long
black
hair
and
big
brown
eyes.
She,
of
course,
was
bound
to
get
the
job.
As
I
interviewed
her
weeks
later,
I
watched
from
the
corner
of
my
eye.
I
pretended
to
be
reading
questions
off
of
the
paper
in
front
of
me.
Truth
be
told,
I
had
these
questions
memorized
from
years
of
interviews.
I
was
watching
her
as
she
looked
me
up
and
down
intently,
not
aware
that
I
was
watching
her
as
well.
We
got
to
be
friends
quickly.
She
had
such
childlike
qualities,
though
she
was
in
her
mid-twenties.
She
had
just
gotten
to
the
U.S.
and
was
determined
to
learn
all
she
could.
We
got
to
be
more
than
that
just
as
fast.
Soon
we
were
kissing
in
the
office,
and
that’s
when
I
opened
to
her.
“What
do
you
like
a
girl
to
do?”
she
asked
in
broken
English.
“Do
you
really
want
to
know?”
“Yes!
Of
course!
I
want
to
do
things
to
make
you
happy.”
Oh
my
god.
This
was
my
cue.
“I
like
it
when
a
girl
steps
right
here”
I
said,
placing
my
hand
on
my
stomach.
She
looked
at
me
quizzically,
but
with
a
twinkle
of
interest
in
her
eyes.
I
could
see
she
was
thinking
this
through.
“Where
could
I
do
this?”
she
asked.
“I
only
see
you
here.
I
can’t
go
home
with
you
because
my
husband
wouldn’t
like
that.”
I
told
her
to
come
to
work
early
tomorrow.
The
next
day,
I
was
jittery.
The
store
opened
at
9,
I
was
there
at
7am
to
let
the
crew
in
to
wax
the
floors.
At
7:30,
Elsa
knocked
on
the
front
doors.
I
ushered
her
into
the
office
and
closed
the
door.
She
was
smiling
BIG.
“What
do
you
want
me
to
do?”
she
asked
sheepishly.
I
told
her
to
take
off
her
shoes.
As
she
did,
I
laid
down
on
the
floor
of
the
office.
I
was
in
a
pair
of
slacks,
shirt
and
tie.
I
didn’t
care.
She
walked
over
to
me
and
looked
down
on
me
still
smiling.
She
raised
her
foot
over
my
stomach.
I
grabbed
her
ankle
and
guided
her
to
where
I
wanted
her
to
step.
As
she
placed
her
foot
down,
I
could
feel
my
heart
race.
Her
foot
was
enormous!
She
had
to
be
at
least
a
size
10.
She
pressed
it
down
into
me
and
I
was
in
heaven.
She
stepped
up
onto
one
foot
and
stood
there
briefly
before
stepping
back
down.
I
asked
her
to
do
it
again,
this
time,
place
her
other
foot
on
my
chest
to
stand
all
the
way
on
me.
She
pushed
down
again,
and
stepped
her
full
weight
onto
me.
I
let
her
foot
go
deep
into
my
body
and
laid
there
in
bliss
as
she
stood
there
looking
down
on
me
as
her
American
“boy
rug”.
The
next
time
she
walked
on
me
was
about
a
week
later.
I
had
given
her
and
the
other
associates
their
list
of
tasks
for
the
afternoon.
They
all
left,
and
a
few
moments
later,
I
heard
a
knock
at
the
office
door.
It
was
Elsa.
I
let
her
into
the
office
and
sat
back
down
at
my
desk.
I
had
another
female
friend
on
the
phone
at
the
moment
(who
also
tramples
me).
I
asked
Elsa
if
she
was
OK
and
what
she
needed.
She
blushed
and
lowered
her
head.
Then
it
came
to
me.
“You
want
to
walk
on
me
some
more
sweetie?”
She
raised
her
head
and
nodded,
smiling
brightly.
“OK”
I
said.
Let
me
lie
down
here
next
to
the
desk
so
you’ll
have
something
to
hold
onto.”
“Oh
my
god!”
my
phone
friend
said
“You’re
going
to
let
her
trample
you
NOW??”
“Sure,
why
not?”
I
said.
“You
want
to
listen
to
it
all?”
“Of
course!”
she
said.
“I
like
to
hear
you
groan.”
I
laid
next
to
the
desk,
and
without
hesitation,
Elsa
stepped
up
onto
my
stomach.
I
grunted
slightly
as
her
large
foot
flattened
my
stomach
and
her
other
foot
landed
on
my
ribs.
I
sat
there
trying
to
talk
to
my
friend
as
my
body
was
abused
and
stomped.
Then
suddenly,
Elsa
decided
she
wanted
to
see
how
to
step
on
my
balls.
Her
large
foot
completely
covered
my
crotch
area
and
my
balls
flattened
under
her
weight.
I
groaned
louder
and
she
looked
down
at
me
with
a
big
grin
before
stepping
off.
She
put
her
shoes
back
on,
flashed
a
smile
at
me
still
lying
on
the
floor
and
left
the
office.