A Story
from the Giantess Anthology Pawn Broker Series
The Macabre Dinner Party – Part 1
By
Richard C.H. Davies
Warning
this story contains: Shrunken Man, giantess, unwilling, willing, aware,
shrunken women, implied vore, handheld
Another order pinged as the
waitress smacked the bell on the servery counter with her
palm.
Tom glanced over at the order on
the spike to read it, and then something caught his eye. Some quite burly
looking men had arrived and were scanning the diner. They looked like they
didn't belong in this greasy restaurant.
Tom froze, wide eyed.
He spun to the side; away from
the opening in the kitchen.
Shit, they've found me. He
thought.
"Hey Poco, can you help me
out, some guys are looking for me. I need to get out of here, can you cause a
distraction or something?"
"I'm still on probation and
community service," Poco protested, shrugging his shoulders and glancing
through the opening.
"Who is it?" He
muttered, his interest had been piqued.
"Some bounty hunters,"
Tom replied, breathing faster than normal and looking around, alert and with a
slightly manic expression.
"Bounty hunters?"
"Keep your voice down,"
Tom whispered. Poco looked at him in astonishment.
"What have you
done?"
"I owe some money… alot of
money…"
"To who man?"
"The Pawn Broker…"
Poco started laughing.
"What? This is
serious," Tom protested.
Poco nodded and wiped his
face.
"Oh I know its serious but
dude you are so screwed. Once that bitch has put the crosshairs on you, you are
as good as hers," Poco slapped Tom on the shoulder sympathetically.
"I'm sorry man, but its going to be a matter of time. You need to
completely skip Town,"
"I can't afford it…"
"Shit, they're asking to
look in the back, they've got guns," Poco saw them asking the duty manager
at the front. "Go man, go out the back, I'll delay them,"
Poco pushed him to go.
Tom swept his cooking apron off
and threw it in the bin and then danced out of the back kitchen door.
He fled through the corridor and
then burst through the exit, and straight into the solid chest of a
person.
It felt like he had run straight
into a brick wall. He fell flat on his back, stunned and looked upwards.
Several strong pairs of hands
clamped over him and dragged him to his feet.
"You're coming with us…
street rat," one of them wearing large black boots said and spat at
him.
*
The bell to the shop door
chimed.
Tom tried to peer across the
glass to see who it was but he couldn't tell.
He heard the pawn broker's voice
raise a few octaves from normal with excitement.
"My dear Nicole De Richi,
welcome to my humble shop,"
"Des'ire, very good to see
you. I have come for my usual if I may," Nicole De Richi was incredibly
well spoken.
It sounded like she had come from
uptown. Tom hadn't had much contact with their type before.
The curtain to the store room was
swept aside by Des and she showed Nicole inside with pride. She electronically
locked the front door to the shop with her hand clicker.
Tom could now see Nicole, she was
incredibly beautiful, she looked like a 1950s celebrity, she had deep red
lipstick, thick eyeliner and was adorned with jewellery.
In his parts that would have been
tasteless but she was just oozing wealth and class.
She stepped through, minding
where she walked and her eyes instantly cast towards the storage racks where
all of the shrunken people were, including Tom.
"I see you've got some new
stock in, lovely…" Nicole gingerly stepped forwards, tapping a box on the
floor aside with her toe as she approached.
"I'm sorry I haven't had a
chance to clear up recently," Des apologised profusely; and with a red
flush of embarrassment she moved several boxes aside. Then she watched with
interest where Nicole's attentions were focused.
Nicole browsed the racking
shelves, with a cold nonchalance, as if she were looking at jam jars in a
supermarket.
Her head was looking at rows
several down from Tom she was looking closely. She even pulled out a looking
glass and admired the subjects up close.
"Hmm…" she emitted with
interest as she paused at one area. Tom looked down his glass, pressing his
face up against the jar, but couldn't see where she was looking.
"These ones are tiny,"
Nicole commented with interest.
"Oh yes, this is a private
organisation that owed me quite a bit of money. Their investment collateral
was... themselves,"
"They invested themselves to
grow their business?" Nicole raised an eyebrow as she looked back at Des.
"How quaint." She chuckled and looked back at them. She raised her
looking glass and peered at the jar.
Then gave a curt nod.
"Let's put them in my
basket," she instructed.
Des gave an abrupt affirmative
nod and quickly scooped up the jar and carried it over to a holding area for
her transactions.
Tom could see the contents now.
It was micro sized people in that one. There could have been thirty or forty of
them he couldn't tell.
"What plans do you have this
time?" Des enquired with interest.
"Oh… some private pleasure
but I've also got a dinner party and I was thinking of arranging some... after
dinner entertainment," Nicole replied evenly, twisting her hand in the air
matter of factly.
Des nodded with excitement. She
seemed to be happy to even be in Nicole's presence. Nicole must be someone, a
big someone, to pique the pawn broker's interest.
Des set the jar down and returned
to follow Nicole's every movement.
Nicole looked along the shelf,
she paused a few times and then raised to the next one.
"If I had known you were
coming I would have picked out my finest," Des started apologetically.
"I would have called in a few of my debts with a higher bounty on
them,"
"Oh I would hate to bother
you like that," Nicole muttered politely.
"Would it help if I picked
out the ones I think you would like?" Des asked.
"Oh would you?" Nicole
looked up at her with relief. "That would be terribly helpful," she
turned towards the counter and started to pull her white gloves off from her
slender hands.
"Please take a seat,"
Des suggested as she started to examine her jar collection.
"Thank you kindly," Tom
saw Nicole glance at the chair with distaste and decide otherwise, she decided
to stand.
Instead she examined various
other articles in the store room.
"Is this a retro shrinking
gun?" Nicole picked up a pistol looking object pinched and dangling
between her thumb and index finger, as if any more bodily contact could harm
her.
Des glanced over her
shoulder.
"Yes, they called it a
PIZZEN," she carried on with her examination. "It's old school now,
thirty years old I'd say. it still works though. Only shrinks people to about 3
to 6 inches and you can't recover them or revert back afterwards because it
scrambles their molecular structure and DNA," Nicole raised her eyebrows
with interest.
"I'll take it," she
concluded, without even asking the price.
Des nodded with raised
eyebrows.
"It wasn't for sale… but
sure you can…" Des trailed off and started to pick out jars and put them
on the counter.
"Would you like your usual
amount, about 10? Or this dinner party. How many people are attending?"
"Oh… about seven people
excluding me," Nicole replied. "I was thinking perhaps 10 for me and
then an extra 5 for each of us for the dinner party."
"Oh… wonderful…" Des'
eyes lit up with excitement. She knew she was going to make a lot of money out
of this exchange today.
Tom's heart started thumping in
his chest. He realised that this was no casual exchange, Nicole had the ability
to buy out Des' entire stock. That included him!
"Excluding the thirty five
micros in this jar I presume," Des pointed at the jar on the
counter.
"Naturally," Nicole
laughed haughtily.
Des accelerated her selection and
put a whole score of jars out on the counter and she kept going, searching for
more on the shelves below Tom. He couldn't see much below but he could see the
missing spaces where jars had been, they were emptying fast.
"I'm not sure I'm going to
have quite enough. I've got enough for you or your party just not both
together… at least not in the quality that I would want to give you…" Des
trailed off apologetically. "But I can put some bounties out and get you
some good ones by the weekend,"
"That will do nicely, my
social is on Saturday. I can always forsake a few of my own anyhow, one must
keep up appearances, it is a curse I have to bear in my social circles I'm
afraid," Nicole sighed, as if overburdened.
"Yes of course," Des
looked up from her busy work, perspiring slightly from the pressure. She
clearly didn't want to get this wrong and upset Nicole.
"Oh, 5 of them could be
complete reprobates for all I care," Nicole continued, "One of my
friends… if I can call her that," she waved her hand limply at her wrist,
"ex downtown, you know the type," Des flushed. Yes she knew
the type. Tom suspected Des was a downtowner just like he was. Nicole
continued, ignorant or uncaring of her implied insult, "She couldn't care
less about what she has, she goes through them like nobody's
business," Nicole chuckled wickedly.
Des chuckled uncomfortably and
then glanced up at Tom's shelf.
The timing couldn't have been
worse for him, did she think he was a reprobate or had she just run out of
options below?
Jars were being lifted away and
soon her giant fingers curled around his glass container.
He watched in fear as her huge
fingerprints pressed against the glass and his jar was lifted into the air. He
felt weightless for a moment. He staggered and tried to steady himself as he was
carried over and placed on the counter.
He stumbled as the jar landed, but
regained his balance and looked around anxiously and saw that there were a
myriad of people in jars surrounding his.
Nicole needed 50 shrunken people,
it was an incredible number. As he looked around he saw men and women of
varying ages, skin colours and creeds. None of them were old though. They all
either looked terrified or tired and resigned to their fate.
As he looked back at the rack, he
could see that Des was picking the more attractive and youthful of her stock
first. She was selecting her finest for Nicole.
Tom watched Nicole's movements.
She was a woman of class and wealth. She was discerning and intelligent. Perhaps
he could find a way to get into her good graces.
She paid them no attention
whatsoever to what Des was doing. She was rudely casting and rootling her
stiletto shoe toe through Des' storage boxes with curiosity.
“What’s this?” She crouched down
and picked up a classic car. It was heavy, it wasn’t a toy.
“Oh… that’s nothing, it’s just…”
“It’s an old Jaguar E Class,”
Nicole turned it around in her hands examining the car with interest. She
peered inside. “How did you get hold of this?”
“Hmm, someone owed me, let’s just
say that…” Des glanced down in disinterest.
“And the owner?” Nicole looked up
with a hooked eyebrow.
“Long gone now,” Des replied as
she picked another jar, the women inside were screaming to be released. “Do you
want some willing ones as well?” Des asked as she checked through her shelf of
tinies.
“Sure,” Nicole shrugged. “I’m not
too bothered about that, my guests usually like unwilling ones, but if you need
to make up the numbers…” she continued to examine the car. “I’ll give you some
more for this car,”
Des glanced at it.
“Sure, name your price,” Des
stated.
“Oh really,” Nicole quirked at
the ease of Des’ statement. “Fair enough, well I know that these might collect
$50,000-$70,000, but a shrunken Jaguar E Class surely adds a premium, I’m happy
to give you $65k for that,”
“Thank you, very generous from a
loyal customer such as yourself Madam De Richi,” Des smiled warmly as she
placed a box on the counter, it was labelled ‘Willing’.
“Please, call me Nicole, how many
times?” Nicole smirked as she placed the car into her handbag.
“You’re full of surprises, I
didn’t know you were a collector, that’s worth knowing for the future,” Des
responded.
“Oh yes,” Nicole picked up the
jar with Tom inside, examining the contents. “I love collecting little things
of all sorts,” she smiled. Tom backed against the glass in terror at the size
and proximity of the beautiful giantess’ face. Her intelligent eyes piercing
his very soul. She didn’t look at him with empathy. She looked at him like a
possession. He was just a collectable to her.
“Now, Nicole, I think I’ve got
you the best of our selection, that’s quite an array of tinies for you, shall
we settle up?”
“Yes please, Des, thank you,”
Nicole looked down at the veritable selection of tiny people inside various
jars and storage containers; she beamed. She was going to have a fun party with
her friends.
“I’ll bring the rest over on the
weekend for you, and I’ve got an idea you could try to get some more in time
for your party,” Des stated with a wink.
“Interesting, I’m listening,”
Nicole raised her eyebrows with intrigue.