In this chapter: Jessica’s mother, Isabella is introduced with a bit of backstory that might shed some light on why Jessica is the way she is. Isabella becomes an exterminator, believing that Jessica’s apartment is full of bugs.
Day 5 – Isabella and the Unfortunate Human Insects Part 1
Isabella was a still a stunning beauty at 46 years old. When Isabella was in her late teens and early twenties, she had a very promising career as a soap opera actress in Mexico. She became insanely popular for her astonishing beauty and humble attitude towards her colleagues and fans. Isabella dreamed of one day becoming a Hollywood actress in America, so she taught herself English in her off time. When Isabella wasn’t attending parties and fan conventions, she studied American films hoping she could one day be in them. When Isabella turned 24, she quit her role in the soap opera to attempt to make it in Hollywood. Isabella was auditioning for a few roles when a younger white producer took interest in Isabella’s attractiveness and naivety. The producer convinced Isabella that the only way to make it into his movie would be to sleep with him, Isabella was so desperate that she reluctantly agreed, after a hot and heated night Isabella called the predatorial producer. The producer said that he already found someone else perfect for the role. Isabella was crushed, but she still attempted to audition, a few weeks of no luck was causing her to lose hope when she discovered she was pregnant.
Jessica was born when Isabella was only 25 years old, Isabella used her wealth from her previous acting career to support her daughter, but after a few years of getting no roles, Isabella began looking for a new alternative since her money began to dwindle, she used her semi popularity in the states to get a job as a fashion merchandiser. Isabella realized that the only real way to get back on top was to use and manipulate people, she would climb her way to the top of something since her dream of being an actress was no longer realistic thanks to her daughter. Isabella finally had the courage to go after the producer that ruined her life, she successfully proved that he was the father and Isabella reaped the benefits from the wealthy producer, collecting huge assets from his success while his career collapsed from the scandal.
Time went on and Isabella rarely spent time with Jessica, she was too busy caught up in her ascension to becoming a recognized fashion designer. Instead, Isabella entrusted nannies to raise her daughter. Isabella became so used to getting what she wanted now and stepping on people just to climb her way to the top that it twisted the once humble girl into a cruel and hedonistic woman. Isabella would force young Jessica into sports and private schools and if Jessica didn’t obey her mother’s commands, then she would be beaten or locked in her closet. Isabella would never take responsibility for the idea that her daughter probably didn’t deserve the punishment. Isabella started to notice that her daughter had insane mood swings and bouts of extreme anger. Jessica was diagnosed with a dramatic personality disorder, but Isabella refused to believe it, denying her daughter any medication or professional help much to the heated disagreement of the doctor who diagnosed young Jessica.
When Jessica turned 18, she went off to college on a soccer scholarship, while her mother traveled around the world becoming ever wealthier, she slept with who she wanted and bought whatever she wanted, she enjoyed being pampered, she had private trainers that would keep her in shape and her own personal stylist. When Jessica turned 20, she was finished with soccer, she just wanted to focus on business school, Jessica asked her mother if she could have her own apartment by campus, but Isabella refused. It has now been almost a week and Isabella had some free time to visit her daughter and her new roommates, Isabella packed a small luggage case of clothes and other personal items and flew out to the city in which Jessica attended school. Isabella rested in her five-star hotel for a day enjoying the sights of the southern city on her own. Isabella woke up the next morning relatively excited to see her daughter that day, after a long night of thinking Isabella only really wanted to have fun with her daughter but knew it would be tough.
Isabella, the 46-year-old mature beauty, she stood 5’6” and had gorgeous wavy brunette hair that rested at her mid back. Her light brown eyes matched those of her daughters. Isabella was fully Latina, her skin slightly darker than Jessica’s. Isabella’s eyebrows perfect, the wrinkles on her face and body accented her still smooth skin, she aged beautifully. Isabella admired her size E breasts and hourglass curvy body in the mirror after a soothing shower, there were a few freckles on her chest from age, but it didn’t take away from the trance like beauty they glowed with, Isabella rotated around revealing her large Latina ass that jiggled with each of her small steps. Her smooth brown legs connecting to her perfectly pampered feet.
Isabella dressed herself up in her own line of clothing and shoes, she had on an elegant one-piece black blouse that ended at her mid-thigh, her silk panties underneath, she had golden earrings and an expensive gold watch on her left wrist, she decided to wear no bra as she felt that the rich fabric inside her blouse would be comfortable enough, her cleavage still appeared heavily around the low U-shaped cut off of the collar. Finally, Isabella decided on strappy open toed golden high heels with flat white bottoms, making Isabella standing at 5’10” in height. Satisfied with her voluptuous appearance Isabella texted her daughter that she was on her way to meet her, Isabella exited the hotel, and she had a pair of sunglasses on while she drove her rental car to her daughter’s apartment.
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Day 5 – Grove View – Afternoon
Jessica and Miranda were hanging around the kitchen, Miranda could notice the blank expression on Jessica’s face screaming out an obvious nervousness. Lacy left earlier to get lunch with Kiyoko and Anastazja was attending her first volleyball practice for the school's team. Jessica was wearing one of her mom’s designer white camisoles with red trimmings and highlights, Jessica had on her favorite necklace that rested just above the start of her modest cleavage. The camisole covered her dark red short shorts that rested above her mid-thigh, down her smooth and light brown legs she had a pair of brown flat sandals with black leather straps. Miranda was more basic in that she wore a simple blue crop top and light grey leggings that showed off her plump behind, they ended just above her ankles, her bare feet with perfect pink nail polish rested on the hardwood floors just a few inches from Jessica. “Are you alright?” Miranda asked.
“Yeah, I’m just trying to think of a way to get her straight out of the apartment…” Jessica said, she checked her phone and a message from her mom said that she was about to park.
“What do you want me to do?” Miranda asked.
“Just be nice and don’t let her get in your head” Jessica said.
“Umm… alright” Miranda said, she walked over to her bedroom and began to close the door, she took one last glance at the tiny civilization that rested under the coffee table, and Miranda wished the light shining through the patio window wasn’t so bright today.
“Okay, that’s like the fifth time I’ve seen someone look at the stupid table like it’s broken, what’s going on?” Jessica intrusively asked.
Miranda blushed and felt a warmth radiating through her chest and cheeks, “It’s umm… like…” Miranda was trying to stall; she sheepishly played with her light blonde hair, curling it around her fingers.
“Well?” Jessica asked, staring into Miranda’s eyes with her arms crossed and a mild scowl. Miranda sighed.
“It’s one of those tiny countries, just like in Ana and Lacy’s rooms” Miranda said, worried about Jessica’s reaction.
“Well… fuck! How long have you known about it?” Jessica shouted.
“Just a few days, I was gonna like, tell you, I’m sorry.” Miranda had a small frown and innocent eyes, she looked at her feet like a child caught stealing.
“It’s okay just… play it cool, we can figure it out later” Jessica words were interrupted when she heard the clicking of heels on the concrete in the hallway just outside the front door, followed by a few quick, successive knocks. Jessica’s heart began to race as she walked to the front door, she twisted the knob and there stood her mother, she first noticed her enormous cleavage at eye level, she looked up seeing her smiling mother.
“Jessica! Honey! Give me a hug, Mija!” Isabella shouted, her smile wide and genuine her Latina accent sounded so charming, she embraced her daughter that barely embraced back. “It’s so good to see you” Isabella said, she took a few steps into the apartment as Jessica stood speechless. “Hmmm… not bad, simple, and who are you?” Isabella asked as she looked down at the 5’7” Miranda.
“Hi! I’m Miranda!” Miranda extended her hand outward to shake Isabella’s French manicured hand. “Your outfit is gorgeous” Miranda said. Isabella kindly shook Miranda’s hand and thanked her for the compliment.
“Jessica, you have such a sweet roommate!” Isabella said, she looked back at her daughter still motionless. “What’s wrong, Mija?” Isabella said with concern. Her heels clacked on the wood flooring over to her daughter.
Jessica snapped back into the moment when her mother walked back over to her, “You want to go get some lunch, I know this great little restaurant by campus” Jessica said.
“No… I just want to hang out here for a bit, won’t you show your mother around your apartment?” Isabella said.
“I’ll just umm… leave you two alone” Miranda said, she forced a fake smile and hurried back to her room, she felt scared that terrible things were going to happen, but her priority was the protection of Ashton City.
“Yeah, okay… well this is the kitchen, that’s the living room, the guest bathroom…” Jessica said.
“Oh, the guest bathroom, okay good, I have to pee, I’ll be right back.” Isabella said.
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Isabella opened the guest bathroom door; it was the first time anyone in the apartment opened that door since the night the micros were transported to their dwelling. Isabella found the light and turned it on revealing the cramped bathroom with just toilet, a small sink, and mirror. Isabella took a few steps inside the bathroom and felt a few random crunches under her heel, but it didn’t really bother her, she turned around the faced the mirror, she closed the door and pulled down her panties. She raised her blouse up over her large ass and settled down on the seat, she felt a few more pops under her ass and thighs when she did so. “Eww, don’t these girls clean?” She thought. Before she started peeing, she peered down at the wood flooring by her golden heels. She saw thousands of specks scattering away from her shoes, she saw even more specks barely moving towards the sink. Isabella could hear a faint high-pitched noise as well. “What the…” Isabella stood back up at her full height and wiggled her panties up her curvy legs shaking her hips left to right until it fit snug around her crotch.
Isabella began to ruthlessly crush the specks under the treads of her heels, stomping over and over around her, and each footfall with a satisfying number of crunches and pops. Isabella’s face was annoyed at the fact that tiny insects infested the bathroom. She was silent and stoic as she brought her foot up and down on the floor even faster. She started to tease some of the specks now, daintily placing her pointed heel on them agonizingly slowly, she rested the heel on the floor and playfully raised and lowered her toes up and down just barely above the specks that she could see running out from under her shoes in all directions to avoid being carelessly squished. She pivoted her heel and looked on the flat white bottoms noticing tons of red dots and streaks stuck to the bottom of her shoes. As Isabella followed the path of the remaining specks, she noticed a small cluster of greyish structures under the shadow of the sink, “This must be their nest…” She thought.
Isabella took a short step towards the nest making sure the toes of her left shoe landed on the largest number of fleeing speck sized insects possible. Isabella crouched down spreading her legs in front of the structures to get a better look. She studied the structures hearing that same faint high-pitched squeaking, satisfied that this was their nest Isabella stood back up to her full height and began to crush the nest left to right with the most delicate steps from her high heels. Over and over, she raised and lowered her toes carefully on the structures hearing the faint noise becoming quieter with each satisfying crunch and squish under her feet. The nest crumbled and crunched so easily that it became somewhat of a fun game to Isabella, she looked at herself in the mirror and played with her hair, not even caring where her feet landed, as long as she felt the crunches and pops that followed with each footfall her large breasts bouncing with each cruel step.
Isabella swept the nest away with the side of her shoe towards the back of the sink. Satisfied that most of the bugs were gone Isabella stepped to the toilet and pulled her silk panties down once more to pee. Once Isabella relieved herself, she wiped with a small square of toilet paper to dry up, not knowing that that square had a few unlucky stranded micros on it, grinded into to her exposed pussy into red smears. She washed her hands in the sink, seeing a few more specks spiral downward into the drain with the fruity scented soap water cascading off her hands. Isabella flushed the toilet and opened the bathroom door, she turned off the light and saw Jessica standing in the kitchen with her arms crossed. “Mija, there was a ton of bugs in there, but I took care of them.” Isabella said.
“You what??” Jessica said surprised, uncrossing her arms and raising her voice slightly.
“Yeah, don’t worry, I stepped on them all, it was kind of fun…” Isabella said, “You girls should really sweep up the floor sometime” she nonchalantly spoke. Jessica’s mouth dropped; she had no idea there were more micros in the guest bathroom. They were gone now though, decimated under her mother’s fancy golden high heels without her even knowing that she snuffed out hundreds of thousands of innocent lives under her feet. “Won’t you show me to you room now?” Her mother asked.
“I… uhhh… okay” Jessica began to walk towards her room, her sandals slapping against the wood followed by her mother’s heels clacking close behind her. Isabella was admiring the simple decorations around the living room when she looked down towards the coffee table. Isabella didn’t quite catch the view at first, but she saw some tiny flickers under the table, paying no mind, she followed her daughter into her bedroom, as Isabella closed the bedroom door behind them. Isabella began to walk around her daughter’s room, her heels sinking so slightly into the thin carpet.
“Hmmm… not bad” Jessica’s mother remarked. She admired the pictures on the wall, Isabella stepped closer to Jessica’s closet and extended her hand out to open it.
No! Wait!” Jessica shouted, she grabbed her mother’s hand and led her over to the bed. “Let’s just go hang out around campus, please, there are some great food places like I said…” Jessica hoped that she could convince her mother, but it wasn’t working.
“Maybe soon, but if you’re going to act like a brat then I’m going just relax in the living room until I’m hungry” Isabella said with a stern tone. Without waiting for a reply Isabella exited the room, her heels clacking against the floor to the living room couch, she rested her purse on top of the coffee table and sat quietly waiting for her daughter to come join her on the couch, the unaware woman not noticing that there was an entire country full of terrified people just inches from her perfect French pedicured toes...