Bad Day at The Office pt. 6 (Patreon)

Now it was Shelly's turn and he had obviously worked up a sweat by now  moving over 600 pounds of mildly grateful ladies.  Shelly looked at him  sweetly said, "Are you sure?  I am a little bit taller than the rest of  the girls. He said no problem my pleasure, knowing that she was  self-conscience and said taller rather than heavier. He picked her up  and tried not to show he was straining and carried her across and when  he set her down he was exhausted but tried not to show it and ended up  almost bowing at her feet to cover the fact that he was breathing so  heavy and also she had begun to slip and his bow was an effort to hold  on to the bottom of her legs and try to set them properly on dry ground.  This was more or less successful but he managed to get his hands  tangled with her feet and she ended up stepping all over his hands. As  she stood on his fingers she thanked him sweetly for not dropping her  and then turned around grinding his fingers on the cement and announced  to all the ladies to please be patient, and to keep their heels on, and  that this man would help all of you to cross over so you didn't have to  ruin your shoes. Everyone crowded around her tightly to gain access to  him. Because they impatient ladies crowded in so close Shelly was  completely unaware that she was still stepping on him and the ladies  around her were paying attention to what she was saying rather than  looking at him. Shelly remained in place pulverizing his fingers trying  to get the ladies to form a single line. Finally when it looked like the  women were somewhat organized she stepped off and disappeared into the  crowd to go to her car. This allowed him to stand up but the ladies  became impatient and someone inadvertently pushed him back and he simply  fell back into the water. As he lay there he was more or less centered  in the 8' span so that there was a little over a foot between him and  either side of the water. Also the water was just deep enough to come up  to the edge of the top of him as he laid down on his back. One lady up  front asked him if he was ok and he heard him mumble something as he  waved an ok sign. This lady misinterpreted this action and his claim  that he was ok as an invite to walk across him using him as a bridge.  (He was perfectly positioned for it). He had no idea who she was other  than she worked on the 2nd floor and she was very attractive. She walked  very slowly on him careful not to slip off using little baby steps as  she proceeded up his body. As she stood on his chest she looked down at  him and smiled a thank-you as she stepped on his face. She hesitated a  little while standing on his face making sure that she couls make that  one final step over the remaining foot of water. After the first lady  made it safely the next one ventured out and again slowly stepped her  way up to his chest. As she also looked down at his face she looked him  in the eye and then stepped forward again smashing his face some more.  There was no smile in her face as she did this only a worried concern  that he might not keep his head still while she was stepping on his  face. The next lady behind her was already up to his crotch as the 2nd  lady stepped off his head. The interval between ladies gradually became  smaller as they were getting more and more impatient. And frequently he  had 5 to 6 ladies stepping on him at once. The longer he stayed there  the longer the line got it could have easily been over 200 young ladies  waiting to use the bridge. None of the ladies seemed to indicate that  what he was doing was anything that was above and beyond the call of  duty, although there was still a few that smiled down and mouthed out a  sweet thank you. He doubted if some ladies realized just how painful  their high heels were when they stepped on some one. He was caught by  surprise when a small gap between ladies on his chest gave an  opportunity for one lady that had been patiently waiting on the office  side to step over to his head. Mean while there was 5 ladies already on  him trying to inch their way forward going the other direction. So  suddenly no one could move in either direction and the lady standing on  his face insisting that it was her turn to move across and that she had  waited long enough. She was wearing a particular attractive set of heels  that were wet as she was one of the brave ones that had waded across  and now wanted some dry shoes that were in here car. It took about 5  minutes of arguing the direction of flow before they ladies on the lower  part of his body were able to turn around on him and back off of him.  There was a little foot stamping between the ladies that were on his  face, chest, stomach, and groin. The young lady on his face was very  attractive but he wondered what type of personality she could have that  would permit her to be so self centered as to forget that she was  standing on a human being and stomping his face with her heels over some  argument with another lady. Furthermore she remained poised on his face  until all the girls were off and she had a clear path to finish  crossing the rest of the 'bridge'. She started to step forward as the  ladies on the parking lot side began to chide her to hurry up and she  defiantly but her foot back on his face and stared at them making them  wait some more. She finally stepped off and once again paused briefly,  turned slightly, and looked down at him, and asking him if she had a  pretty butt. Her next step on his groin were baby steps until she found  his member and then did the cigarette grind on it. Because her shoes  were wet it moistened his face and now as each lady stepped on his face,  it left dark smudges on his cheeks as their soles of the heels were  being cleaned. The queue quickly formed on him again as 5 to 6 ladies  were on him all moving the same direction. Shelly in the meantime had  lined up and was quickly moving up towards the head of the line. She was  impressed with how fast the line was moving and assumed that other men  had been shown a good example from Bob and were doing an exercise in  chivalry by assisting in carrying the women across. She was quite  surprised when she got to the head of the line and saw that there was no  other help and that he had become a 'human bridge'. She cautiously  stepped on him unsure that he would be able to handle a 'tall' lady.  When she got up to his chest, she congratulated him on his unique  thinking in figuring out a much quicker way to facilitate so many women.  She then apologized for her shoes as was thinking that he would keep  her feet dry and instead of picking her tennies she picked a brand new  pair she of heels that she bought a few days ago. This pair of heels had  a particularly narrow heel that was about 1/4" round and she knew that  it was going to sting like crazy when she stepped on him. She was  forgetting that she had already baby stepped her way up to his chest so  far and just by standing there talking to him was prolonging his  exposure to the weapons on the bottom of her shoes. As she stepped  forward her foot hovered over his face and he heard her once more say  sorry as the heel came down and the pressure of her heel was as intense  as he had felt anything so far. Just then another lady was stubbornly  staying in Shelly's way trying to find out more about the gentleman that  was sacrificing his time to help these many ladies. Shelly was quick to  praise him and told this lady that he works for her and that he was  such a considerate guy and started to relate many instances where he had  done things for his company. Shelly subtly shifted the focus on her  role in the company and was doing a little boasting of her own. She  totally forgot for a few minutes where she was standing and the heels  that she was wearing during the course of this 'interview' she had  shifted her feet a few times and every place her heel was now oozing  blood. She finally walked off and was so engrossed in her conversation  with this potential client that she never looked back to see what type  of carnage she had done. Meanwhile the next 50 or so ladies that stepped  on his face now left what ever grit or dust on their soles mixed into  the blood oozing from his cheeks and chin. The line was diminished  considerably at this point and he recognized the next set of heels that  stepped up to his chest as the attractive blonde that asked if she had a  pretty butt and had a little grind on Mr. Happy. No one was waiting to  cross at the moment so she took this opportunity to squat down allowing  him to have a complete view of her panties and gently stroked his  forehead where she recognized the heel prints on his fore head where she  had remained in place for over 5 minutes. He spoke to her and said yes  you have a very pretty butt. She smiled at him sweetly, stood up, took a  step backwards, and used both feet this time to grind back and forth on  his groin. Then as she returned to his chest she very slowly lowered  her foot on his mouth and said you deserve to be able to see everything I  have underneath this dress for what your doing right now. Then just as  slowly brought the other foot up to his mouth as well sliding the first  foot a little to the side so that she could move each foot an inch  forward in slow motion giving him plenty of time to study her legs,  panties, and anything else he wanted to look at. Her right foot now just  barely covered his left eye and he could really see the red stain on  her soles (courtesy) of Shelly. Still in slow motion he was getting a  detailed look at the bottom of her bloodstained sole inch by inch. He  began to worry that if she continued this he would more than likely have  the pupil of his eye trying to support the beautiful towering weight  above him. Slowly the arch of her shoe bottom was now centered over his  eye and he could see very clearly the Versace logo on the bottom. The  next step he tensed up on has for a second he was looking down at the  bottom of the heel coming straight at his eye.