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[Mini Story] Small shoes to fill

Published: September 14th 2024, 8:00:06 pm

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I've had this image for a while, and finally I wrote a short story for it! Hope you like it! Alt images for tier 3 and tier 4 members include other women in the club, Pam the bouncer and more! This post's alt images includes 7 extra images! You can find them in your folders :)

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Small Shoes to fill

FMG-35 Universe, 2036

"Alright, listen up, newbie. This ain't your average gig, yeah? You can't just muscle your way through every situation," Ralph said, his deep voice barely audible over the thumping bass echoing from inside the club.

Pam rolled her eyes, towering over Ralph as she looked down at him. "Please," she scoffed, "I think I can handle a few drunk idiots. I've dealt with worse as an Uber driver."

Ralph suppressed a sigh. He'd been dreading this night ever since the manager told him he'd be training a new bouncer. It wasn't that he minded teaching – he'd done it plenty of times before. But ever since the virus hit in 2035, things had changed. Now, at 6'2", he found himself looking up at most of the women he encountered, including this new hire.

"Look, Pam," Ralph began, trying to keep his voice level, "I know you're new to this, but trust me, there's more to being a bouncer than just being big. You gotta have eyes in the back of your head, you gotta read people, and most importantly, you gotta keep your cool."

Pam smirked, flexing her arms absent-mindedly. The sleeves of her black t-shirt strained against her muscles. "Yeah, yeah. I get it. But come on, who's gonna mess with this?" She gestured to her 6'10" frame.

Ralph pinched the bridge of his nose. This was going to be a long night. "Alright, let's just get started. First things first, we gotta check IDs. Most of the time, it's straightforward, but sometimes-"

"Oh my god, are you seriously mansplaining how to check IDs to me?" Pam interrupted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I think I can handle it, shorty."

Ralph felt his temper flare but took a deep breath. He'd been doing this job for years, long before the virus turned most women into towering amazons. He knew how to handle difficult people, even if they were now a foot taller than him.

"Fine," he said, his voice tight. "You take the next group. Show me how it's done."

As if on cue, a group of women approached the entrance. They were all tall, of course – that was the new normal – but one of them stood out. She was easily 7'3", with long, bright blonde hair cascading down her back. Her dress, a short, tight number with a snake print pattern, glittered under the neon lights of the club's sign.

Pam stepped forward, a cocky grin on her face. "IDs, ladies," she said, her voice unnecessarily loud.

The blonde woman in the snake print dress raised an eyebrow, fishing her ID out of her clutch. "No need to shout, honey. We're not deaf, just tall."

Her friends giggled, and Pam's face flushed red. Ralph watched carefully, ready to step in if needed.

Pam snatched the ID from the blonde's hand, squinting at it in the dim light. "Camila, huh? You sure this is you? You look... different."

Camila rolled her eyes. "Yeah, well, the photo was taken before I got the virus. You know, back when I could still fit into normal-sized clothes?"

Pam frowned, looking from the ID to Camila and back again. Ralph could see the uncertainty in her eyes and decided it was time to intervene.

"Everything alright here, Pam?" he asked, stepping forward.

Pam hesitated for a moment before handing the ID to Ralph. "I'm not sure. The picture doesn't really match."

Ralph glanced at the ID, then up at Camila. He'd seen this plenty of times before – IDs that were taken pre-transformation often looked nothing like the person standing in front of him now.

"It's alright," he said, handing the ID back to Camila with a smile. "The date of birth checks out, and I can see the resemblance. You ladies have a great night."

Camila smiled back, relief evident on her face. "Thanks," she said, then turned to Pam with a smirk. "Maybe you should let the pro handle things, newbie."

As Camila and her friends entered the club, Ralph turned to Pam. "See? It's not always straightforward. You gotta use your judgment, but also be respectful. These women have been through a lot of changes."

Pam crossed her arms, her expression sullen. "Whatever. I could've handled that."

Ralph sighed. It was going to be a long night indeed.

As the hours ticked by, the line outside the club grew longer and rowdier. Ralph kept a watchful eye on Pam, who seemed to be growing more frustrated with each interaction. She was brusque with the patrons, often using her size to intimidate rather than de-escalate situations.

"Hey, ease up a bit," Ralph said during a lull in the crowd. "You're here to keep the peace, not start fights."

Pam scowled down at him. "I'm doing fine. At least people actually listen to me, unlike you, pipsqueak."

Ralph bit back a retort. He'd been called worse, but it still stung. Before he could respond, a commotion near the entrance caught his attention.

"I said, back off!" It was Camila's voice, loud and angry.

Ralph rushed over, Pam close behind. Camila was standing at her full 7'3" height, glaring down at a man who, despite being well over six feet himself, looked tiny in comparison.

"What's going on here?" Ralph asked, his voice calm but authoritative.

"This creep won't leave me alone," Camila spat, gesturing at the man. "He keeps trying to grab me, saying he wants to 'climb Mount Everest' tonight."

The man, clearly drunk, swayed on his feet. "Aw, c'mon, baby. Don't be like that. I just wanna have some fun."

Ralph stepped between them, facing the man. "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. We don't tolerate harassment here."

The drunk man sneered, looking past Ralph to Camila. "Who's harassing? She's the one wearing that dress, practically asking for it."

Before Ralph could react, Pam stepped forward, looming over the man. "Listen here, you little worm," she growled, grabbing him by the collar and lifting him off his feet. "When a lady says no, she means no. Got it?"

The man's eyes widened in fear, his feet dangling uselessly in the air. "Y-yes! I'm sorry! Please put me down!"

Ralph's heart raced. This was exactly the kind of situation he'd been trying to avoid. "Pam, put him down. Now."

For a moment, he thought she might refuse. But then, with a disgusted grunt, Pam dropped the man. He stumbled, then quickly scurried away into the night.

Ralph turned to Camila. "Are you alright? Do you need us to call someone for you?"

Camila shook her head, her blonde hair shimmering under the neon lights. "No, I'm fine. Thanks for stepping in." She glanced at Pam, a mix of gratitude and concern on her face. "Both of you."

As Camila rejoined her friends inside the club, Ralph pulled Pam aside. "We need to talk," he said, his voice low and serious.

Pam crossed her arms defensively. "What? I handled it, didn't I?"

Ralph took a deep breath. "Pam, you can't manhandle people like that. I know you're strong, but this job isn't about physical force. It's about de-escalation, about keeping everyone safe."

"Oh, please," Pam scoffed. "That guy deserved it. And admit it, you couldn't have done that yourself."

Ralph felt a flare of anger, but he pushed it down. "You're right, I couldn't have physically lifted him like that. But I wouldn't have needed to. There are other ways to handle situations like that."

Pam rolled her eyes. "Yeah, well, my way worked."

"This time," Ralph said firmly. "But what happens when you run into someone you can't intimidate? Someone bigger or stronger than you? Or what if the guy had friends? You could've started a brawl."

For the first time that night, Pam looked uncertain. "I... I didn't think of that."

Ralph nodded, seeing an opportunity to finally get through to her. "Look, Pam. I know this job seems simple, and yeah, being big and strong helps. But it's not everything. You need to be smart, observant, and most importantly, you need to keep a cool head."

Pam was quiet for a moment, then sighed. "Alright, fine. Maybe I got a bit carried away. So what would you have done?"

Ralph smiled, relieved that she was finally listening. "Well, first, I would've..."

As the night wore on, Ralph found himself pleasantly surprised. Pam, while still rough around the edges, seemed to be making an effort to follow his advice. She was less confrontational, more observant, and even managed to defuse a potential fight between two amazon women without resorting to physical intimidation.

As their shift neared its end, Camila and her friends emerged from the club, laughing and supporting each other. Camila paused as she passed Ralph and Pam.

"Hey," she said, her voice slightly slurred but warm. "Thanks again for earlier. You two make a good team."

Ralph smiled. "Just doing our job. Get home safe, alright?"

Camila nodded, then turned to go. As she walked away, her snake print dress shimmering under the street lights, Ralph couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. Despite the challenges, despite the changes the virus had brought, he still loved his job.

He turned to Pam, who was watching the departing group with a thoughtful expression. "So," he said, "think you might be cut out for this bouncer gig after all?"

Pam looked down at him, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Maybe," she admitted. "But don't let it go to your head, shorty. I've still got a lot to learn."

Ralph laughed, shaking his head. It wasn't perfect, but it was progress. As the sun began to peek over the horizon, signaling the end of their shift, Ralph realized that maybe, just maybe, this new world wasn't so bad after all. It was different, challenging, but also full of opportunities – if you were willing to adapt.

"Alright, newbie," he said, clapping Pam on the back. "Let's call it a night. Or a morning, I guess. Same time tomorrow?"

Pam nodded, stifling a yawn. "Yeah, alright. But next time, I'm bringing a stepladder for you. Can't have my trainer straining his neck all night looking up at me."

As they walked away from the club, their laughter echoing in the early morning air, Ralph felt a sense of optimism he hadn't experienced in a long time. The world had changed, but some things – like the satisfaction of a job well done – remained the same.