The Boss Pt 01

I didn’t know how I got to be like this. The last thing I remember was having a drink with the boss in his office. I started to feel drowsy and I guess I blacked out. The next thing I knew, I was about 12 inches tall and in the grip of my boss’ fist. He smiled down at me with a sinister grin before placing me down on the floor in front of him, as he sat in his favorite leather club chair. I watched in awe as he started to unlace his black shiny shoes—which were as big as cars—and used his opposite foot to kick them off, sending them flying across the room. He bent down and peeled off his black dress socks one by one. He paused for a minute, looked down at me, and then tossed one of the socks on top of me. I fell backwards, causing the giant boss to roar with laughter, probably because he was amused that an ordinary sock could knock a man down. As I struggled to get free, the sweaty sock drenched me, and when I came out from under it, I was covered by the smell of my boss’ feet.