Without hesitation, Katie slapped the canister out of Greg's hand. It flew somewhere to the side of the office, colliding with the wall and falling to the floor.
"You bitch!" Greg yelled out. "You're gonna pay for that!" He darted towards the canister that had hit the floor and reached for it. He wasn't going to let this opportunity slip from his grasp.
But while Greg was retrieving the canister from the floor, Katie used the situation to flee from his office. By the time he picked up the canister, she was already gone.
"Damn it," he muttered. But then calmed himself down. He had many more "test subjects" to choose from. Katie was only the first.
Katie tried her best to run in her new footwear, but it was just too difficult. The highest heel she ever wore was a 3-inch (to church, weddings, etc.) and these shoes were an inch higher than that. So, she ended up pulling them off her feet. She didn't like walking around barefoot, but it was better than stumbling and hurting herself.
She had to get some help. Find a security guard or something. But most importantly, she needed to keep away from that creep Greg Stevenson. She still couldn't comprehend what was happening to her, what Greg did to her, but the effect of it was clear. As much as she wanted to deny it (and she really, really did want to deny it), she was now a slut. Or at least, more of a slut than she was before. And she couldn't do anything about it.
"Miss? Are you okay?" a man asked nearby.
Katie stopped walking and turned. The man speaking to her was ...
