Where to start - she had a hundred questions.
“Do you live down here?”
She was pretty sure he was shaking his head ‘no’
“I’m trying to get away from kidnappers. I made it to here so far.”
‘whoa’ she thought. Maybe this was a real like thriller.
He interrupted before she could finish. “I need your help.”
“If I can..” A little adventure would be great - as long as it was safe. “Where are they?”
It wasn’t the right time to go into details. He had to focus her on just getting out.
“Just get me out of here so no one seems me. Can you do it?”
She thought for a second. He was awfully small, but people’d see if she held him.. She looked over to the dumpster .. there would be some boxes inside.
“I could fish out a little box from the dumpster ..”
“Bad idea.. insects and spiders..”
“shit .. didn’t think about that. A spider’d be like a cat or dog, right?”
What else..? Her hair was probably too short to hide him and he might slip anyway. Her pants had a lot of pockets, but they’d be too tight against her legs. Her shirt didn't have any but maybe she could slip him in. No bra so that wouldn't work, but ..
“I could put you in my shirt and tuck it in so you wouldn’t fall out.”
He had always liked to put his arm around a girl’s waist, but …
“How tight is it?”
“I could fit six of you and no one’d notice. It just might be a little bumpy.”
“I guess… whatever works” he said a bit reluctantly.
“How do you want me to pick you up?”
Taylor walked towards the canyon entrance. He was about to tell her to lay her hand on the ground when her right hand swooped towards him with impressive speed. Instinctively he froze while, at the same time, his nervous system screamed run. Time seemed to speed up and before he could respond, three fingers had closed on his hips and waist. As the initial shock faded he realized his feet had left the ground.
“What the fuck!"
She abruptly stoped. He was pinned between her fingers suspended about twenty feet off the floor.
“You shouldn’t move in like that.”
"I was just picking you up.. it seemed.."
Her voice trailed off as she thought about it from his perspective. He’d just walked out and it seemed like the right thing to do, but to him her hand was like powerful.
“I forgot how.. .. I’ll move a little slower.. sorry.."
He was rising again, this time it seemed to be along with her. Looking over about a dozen feet and up another five or six he could see her the contour of her breasts.
“Gotta lift up my shirt. Okay withstanding on my hand? I’ll hold it next to my hip.”
Her hand was the largest he’d seen so far. Not that it made much of a difference - every giant had huge hands. He stepped on and sat down for stability.
“Glad I was watching. I can barely feel you. Oh, sorry. I wasn’t thinking. ‘ probably not the right thing to say to a guy you’ve just met.”
He didn’t laugh or comment, but watched as her other hand pulled the left side of her shirt about up to his waist level and out a few feet. Her thick leather belt was a couple of feet high and the buckle had to be as wide as his legs were long. Damn these giants seemed even bigger close up. He looked back at the open tent of shirt she had created. She probably wanted him to crawl in.
“Grab it from the inside and see if you can hang on. Maybe climb up a bit so I can tuck it in.”
Taylor ducked under the heavy cloth and gathered some in each hand. His back to her belly, he leaved against her. There was the rhythm of her breathing and her heartbeat, but it was too solid to move. He pushed off her hand and climbed four or five feet. It would have been easier with bare feet rather than shoes against her skin. Not that he could do anything about it, but he kept looking down to make sure she kept her hand there just in case. The floor was a long way down.
That tickled - the feeling of his clothes moving against her bare skin. She struggled to not react. Maybe something funny in case she did.
“Just don’t go up to my boobs.”
“I promise not to look - besides, it’s dark and they’re still way up there.”
The idea that he’d have to climb to get to her boobs somehow struck her as funny. Without a lot of success she tried to hold back a laugh. She'd read about mixed-size couples, but it seemed too foreign and probably kinky. Maybe this was how...
“Doesn’t bother me if you look at ‘em or grab 'em and hold on.. It's all those dumpster trips were a workout so it’ll be all sweaty and gross under ‘em.” She paused and looked down .. she’d have to tuck the shirt in all the way around. Fortunately there was a bit of space. “Hang on - I’m tucking it in now.”
His left hand lost its grip and the moving curtain of cloth shifted him around. With the shirt tucked in it was even darker. Dark, moist and, as per her warning, smelling of sweaty girl.
“I’m sliding down to where it’s tucked in.”
His voice was muffled, but she could feel him slide a bit and come to a stop. She could see a little bulge, but no one would notice. She hadn’t really thought about how much shaking there would be when she walked. Since she was about thirteen, she tried to develop a sway for her walk. Now she needed to turn it off.
“I’ll take a few steps and check on you.”
Being up against this much flesh was intimidating in a new way. It would shift forward and then back with her steps, the cloth under and around him moving in response. She probably couldn’t even feel him. She was probably underestimating the number of people she could hide in here. He moved more towards the center and reached over to her naval. Unfortunately it was too slippery from sweat to get a good grip. She must have been pushing herself hard moving trash.
“sure everything’s tucked in?” he yelled.
“I think you asked if it’s tucked in.. yep! Will this work? I’ll walk real slow.”
“I think so”
“We’ll go back upstairs now. I’ve gotta work for a few more hours. So maybe a desk drawer or something?”
He said something, but it was downed out by a truck that had just pulled in. The elevator door closed and they were on their way up.so she made her way to the elevator.
Mary was fuming.
“I want my money back. All of it and any interest you made.”
“You’re his guardian. He’s your responsibility now. I’m here to help. I think we could get an agency over here.”
“Give me back my money and get out of my life,”
“I’ll leave now. Just be careful. He might be frightened and may come back on his own.”
“OUT!” Mary commanded.
Jolene heard the door slam as she walked towards the elevator. She kept walking and talked at some of the chairs.
“If you’re hiding you have to get away Taylor. She’s too dangerous now.” She pointed to a chair at the far end of the area. “If you’re around leave me a sign in that corner. I’ll be back tomorrow morning and maybe we could figure something out.”
She turned and walked back to the elevator.
Inside her apartment Mary finally took action and called the concierge.
Amie walked into the filing room and shut the door.
“We’re here” she said as she put her left hand against her hip. “Hang on.. I’m gonna pull out my shirt and you can get on my hand.”
Taylor had moved far enough away from the edge of her hip that her hand wasn’t directly under him as her shirt suddenly pulled up. He managed to hold on, but his his feet were dangling more than four stories above the floor.
She didn't feel the little weight she had expected. Looking down she managed to pull her shirt a bit farther out and up.
“There you are!” she said as she slipped her palm under him without realizing the surge of adrenalin he just had. It was so cute how he had thrown his arms around her thumb. She opened a drawer with her other hand and set him inside.
It must have been an ancient Steelcase drawer. They were made like battleships and now it seemed as big - it’s walls must have been ten feet high. Aside from a few boxes of paper clips it was empty.
Her hips were slightly above the rim of the drawer and she was looking around. Finally she bent in his direction.
“I’ve gotta get some work done even if it’s shitty make work. I’ll be in her mostly, but I’ll close the drawer almost all the way just in case. We’ll talk later.”
Before he could respond the drawer started moving with a jerk almost knocking him over. Soon the only light came from a strip about a foot wide near the front. He was going to sit down and wonder how to kill time when it jerked into motion again. There she was.
“You probably need something soft” she said as she dropped a handkerchief in with him. I'll be back in about an hour.”
This time he was prepared for the jolt. Soon the even narrower skylight was the only view out. He thought he heard the door open and then office noises drifted in. Taylor tried to make himself comfortable on the thick fabric as he made a mental list of safe places to go to.
Amie, for her part, got down to filing files of papers. She was learning there wasn't a lot of organization here and if this was even worthwhile. Everyone has to go through something like this, but it'd be nice if you learned something considering what they paid. At least she had the extra bedroom in Uncle Steve and Aunt Faye's place. It was a bit of a commute, but for what she was saving the LIRR ticket seemed cheap. She'd probably even break even, which wouldn't happen if she had to find a real apartment.
Every five minutes or so she'd look over at the drawer and when one of the other girls came in to find something she got up nonchalantly blocking only path to that filing cabinet. Fortunately it wasn't an issue. but she'd become nervous.
She wouldn't tell him, but hoped he'd come back to the place with her tonight so they could talk. So many questions and this might be her only chance to talk to a downsized person face to face. It had surprised her she had that little erotic reaction when he tickled her. For sure he was handsome and probably built, but he was like mouse sized. She wondered why it happened and if he had a reaction to her other than being scared. She couldn't imagine what she must look like from down there. Or smell like for that matter. And if he didn't come back with her at least she knew she'd be online looking for information.
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