Tell her to fuck off.

"Fuck off!"

The pleased look on Eveline's face disappears suddenly as it shifts to irritation. She points to her foot while staring you down.

"Kiss it now, or you're out on the street."

"Never! I would never, ever in a million years put my lips anywhere near your nasty feet, bitch!"

She puts her heel down and touches a button on her phone.

"Security, please come and escort Sam from the building. I think we found our thief."

"You won't get away with this, you can't, you can't just fire me!"

The smile returns to Eveline's face. "Not without cause."

You feel your chest beating as your face turns hot and panic begins to set in. Your whole career is about to be up in smoke! So many years of hard work, for nothing...

You turn around, now unable to hide the tears welling up in your eyes, and stomp out of her office.

"Buh-bye, loser~!"

"Fucking bitch!!" You shout back, your voice breaking as you slam the door shut.

By the time you get back to your cubicle, two security officers are searching the drawers in your desk. You stop at the entrance, mortified, as they pull out a satchel filled with staplers, printer ink, and other various office supplies. You recognize the bag, which went missing one day after lunch, and the supplies as having been missing for months.

Eveline's been stealing all those supplies this whole time! She must have stashed them in my desk this morning!

"Th-that's not mine!" You protest, still breathing heavily as you start having a minor panic attack.

"No, it's not," Eveline's voice is cold as she walks up behind you.

You turn around to see her her stern face with only a slight smile.

"Sam, you're fired. As manager, I won't tolerate theft of company property. You should be ashamed of yourself, honestly..."

Security grabs you from under your arm and pulls you away. "But the rest of my things..."

"You're lucky she doesn't press charges!" One of them shouts at you as your slender frame is easily dragged away from your laptop, purse, keys wallet, and all your other personal effects save your phone.

At least I was wearing pants with pockets today...

After security dragged you out to the lobby, you ran out to your car and had a long cry for an hour. Then, you drove home and cried in bed for a few more, after begging the landlord for another spare key. After sobbing, screaming and punching your pillow, you eventually cry yourself to sleep, and find yourself dreaming of Eveline - a nightmare, to be sure.

You wake up in a cold sweat, trying to shake off the horrible dream of Eveline laughing cruelly while stepping on you, over and over. She always wanted you to submit to her, and you could never give her the satisfaction. But now she seems pretty satisfied and you're out of work.

The next morning, you started putting out your resume to every company you could, but the job market isn't on your side, and whenever you do land on interview, the negative review they get from your former employer ruins any chance you might have had.

After a couple of weeks, you start to really panic. You needed that last check, and the money in your wallet. You did get it back eventually, without the cash you had pulled out. Eveline probably stole that too, you think. You don't even have a computer anymore, but at least you have your smartphone.

Desperately browsing for quick gig work, you stumble upon an advertisement for what you swore was a porn site. You swore you'd never do porn, or whore yourself out, but this looked different somehow.

KINKY COMBAT IS NOW DOING OPEN ENROLLMENT! GRAND PRIZE: $1,000!

Clicking on the link reveals a website this is pornographic, but rather than staged videos, they're real competitive matches fought by ordinary people. There are varied types of matches, but most follow the same formula: two fighters agree to a no-holds barred submission wrestling match, with stakes agreed upon by both to make the match more exciting. You click a link and see a gallery of men and women **** into degrading situations: women like yourself pushed onto their knees and gagging on sweaty cock, men licking the dirty treads of his opponent's boots, and some even being collared made into a human pet for months at a time... all under legal contract.

The pay is not much considering the risk involved, but you don't have time for a regular job and if you're late on rent again, you'll be on the street in a matter of days. You need money now, and 1,000 would be just enough to keep you afloat while you keep looking for work.

You scroll through some of the videos on the site and look at the pictures of other first-timers who went on to win matches and make a career for themselves. In fact, some of them went to high school with you, by the looks of it!

If they can do it, so can I. Besides I've been hitting the gym a lot lately, I bet I can take most of those other girls on...

Unable to think of a better option besides taking pictures of your feet, you enter your information, sign the necessary waivers when the automated reply comes back and finally get your ticket to the tournament this weekend.