A Muddy Pumps Dream From Chrissy
I have a friend Susan who pretty
much is the definition of slut - and bitch - put together. She dresses in
tight skirts or pants and high heels ALL the time, has shoulder length
dark blond hair and brown eyes and tends to have more enemies than friends
- particularly women. No surprise here. Bitchy women tend to make
female enemies much easier than male ones.
Although not as rough and acidic as she is, she and I became pretty good
friends (worked in the same building). All of the previous info is true -
that's not part of the dream! This is where the dream starts...
It's cold... wintertime, somewhere around early December. The ground is
not frozen solid. She and I have driven to a girl's house that she
knows... someone she truly despises. We are dressed, we think, sexy as
hell for this mission, but in reality we are WAY overdressed, not to
mention impractically. We're almost identical - black dress pants, black
stockings underneath, black leather gloves, gorgeous full-length black
leather coats, but while I wore a black satin blouse, she, stupidly wore a
white satin one. I told her in the car that wasn't a good idea,
saying she would be more visible than I, since we were trying to be
secretive in approaching the house. Susan snapped back, saying it
didn't matter because she'd have her coat pulled tight. Our perfumes were
overwhelming in the warm car.
We got out on the remote street and began walking down the long driveway.
It had rained about an hour earlier but now the sky was crystal clear with
a hint of moon... and the wind was blowing VERY cold. We stood by
the car and checked our silver guns. Yes, Susan had asked me to help her
with these "bitches". Being her good friend and lover I agreed.
We began walking stealthily down the driveway, both of us in 4" BLACK
PATENT PUMPS.... which were NOT too quiet. After several steps we realized
this and tried to tiptoe a bit, which helped but not much. I cussed
under my breath; "We should've worn boots! My feet are fucking
freezing!". She seemed to ignore me; "Shut up... we'll be inside in
just a minute... besides, it was your idea to wear patent because it
cleaned up easy". She looked beautiful in the low light, blond hair
moving gently, despite her harsh words.
Suddenly the front door opened and the light came on. Panicking, we
quickly sprinted into the nearby woods, quite clumsily in our heels. The
ground was still squishy from the rain. We both got behind thin
trees and looked at the house while bending on one knee on our coats.
The coat kept the moisture off my knee, but much to my chagrin, I felt
muddy water seeping into the bend of the shiny pump I had bent under me.
At the very same time two girls began coming out, both dressed in dark
leather bomber jackets (couldn't see what color), tight pants or jeans
tucked into dark high heeled boots.
Fretting about the discomfort of my frozen feet and also concerned about
the two girls, I was distracted. Susan and I did manage to nod to
one another though, giving silent assent... we began to fire our guns. We
weren't very good shots, missing on our first two tries. The girls
screamed and looked for cover... but didn't find any. Finally one
lurched straight up, followed by the other, screaming gutturally and
spinning around. Both fell dead, flopping their boots one last time
on the wet ground.
Smiling evilly, Susan felt confident apparently, because she began to move
from the trees and let her coat come open. What we didn't see was
that there were at least 4 guns pointed back at us from the dark windows.
Susan's white satin blouse made an easy target, paired with her stumbling
and nearly falling off her heels in the mud and wet leaves. We
screamed briefly as the shots began coming, but Susan didn't scream long
as suddenly a red hole appeared just over her left eye. She fell
silently as she turned toward me. She landed on a small thin stump,
impaling herself to add to her pain, her muddy black patent pumps extended
toes down behind her, heels with fresh mud on them.
I screamed again, forgetting to shoot back. I was shot several
times, flinging my gun in reflex, grasping for small branches to keep me
from falling. My pumps stayed on my feet miraculously, but now quite
messy and wet, my black stockings soiled completely. I fell to the
ground beside my Susan, rolling over in the mud and leaves, ruining my
$500 leather coat, breath leaving me, and looking at Susan's wide open
stare one last time before... I woke up... wet in my pussy. I don't
know... the thought of danger and being caught mercilessly aroused me...
maybe I'm very submissive deep down inside?