Jordana is a smoking hot corporate type in office wear and nylons, getting ready for a big meeting. She's got her outfit down cold, all she needs are her heels. Opening the shoebox, she goes to pick them up, then freezes in horror. The whole box is infested with tiny little people! “Ew! Bugs!” Disgusted, she carefully lifts her shoes out of the box, shaking any tinies onto the floor. She's pissed off. Why did they have to colonize her favorite pair of heels? Thinking they're just regular old insects, she towers over them, lifting a nylon foot and stomping a bunch of them into oblivion.

Jordana is a smoking hot corporate type in office wear and nylons, getting ready for a big meeting. She's got her outfit down cold, all she needs are her heels. Opening the shoebox, she goes to pick them up, then freezes in horror. The whole box is infested with tiny little people! “Ew! Bugs!” Disgusted, she carefully lifts her shoes out of the box, shaking any tinies onto the floor. She's pissed off. Why did they have to colonize her favorite pair of heels? Thinking they're just regular old insects, she towers over them, lifting a nylon foot and stomping a bunch of them into oblivion.

Then another. And another. The remaining tinies inside the box have now fled and are trying to escape across the room. Jordana is having none of it. She hunts them down one by one in a mix of slow crushes, fast stomps, teases, and unaware tramples. At first, repulsed by the little fuckers, she's now all about flattening them into a pulp. She laughs as she wipes them out beneath her nylon soles. The last few she collects in her hands, eyeing them closely. Funny, they look more like people than bugs. What's up with that? Meh, who cares? If they love Jordana's shoes so much, they are more than welcome to become a permanent addition to her in-soles. She drops the tinies into both shoes, then stands and slowly slips them on, relishing the crunching sensation beneath her weight. Happy that she's exterminated all the micro pests, she exits.