We Will Destroy Him!

The flats became the hooker shoes, and Amy handed them over to Chelsea. She took them with a sparkling smile and went over to a wall, setting them down.

I tried not to laugh as Chelsea put the first one on, looking like she was stepping up to a bench. Then she lined the other one up, bracing herself on the wall and then using the other shoes to step up.

"See?" Chelsea said as she walked over to me as fluidly as she had without the shoes.

She walked over to me, the top of her head at my eye level now, and put the finger on my chest seductively with a cute smile. Funny as the shoes might be, this brought her closer to my height, a bit taller than Sofia, making her easy to bed over if we ever got that far.

"Now I am a lot closer to your height!" Chelsea said, leaning into me.