Oh No, I Am Stuck

Candle has a new modeling opportunity and she has very pressing concerns about deciding what to wear. New shoes were delivered and she has to decide between comfortable flats or sexy 6 inch stilettos. As she unpacks the flats, it becomes apparent that they will  be unworkable because they are so big and unflattering. They flap against her heels and she would not be caught in public with them. 

It looks like the red and black peep toes are going to be the winner by default. Her long legs are on full display as she arches her feet into the teetering heels. She is unsteady as she practices walking, but it will be manageable. That is until she hits the grease mark left on the floor by her rival!

Poor Candle slips and slides in her unstable shoes and prat-falls off her feet and bangs her head. She is out cold! This allows the rival who has been watching the whole thing to dump sticky slimy glue in Candle’s new hated flats.

Slowly, Candle comes to and discovers her new shoes are gone! A nearby notes gloats that she will never get to the modeling job without shoes. Candle is furious at first, but then pleased when she sees the ugly flats. Thinking that her rival has made a mistake, she eagerly plunges both feet into the loose shoes. Uh oh, something is wrong! Her nylon clad feet are coated in sticky glue.

Panicking, Candle reels about, flailing her stuck feet this way and that and trying to get the shoes loose. She falls to the ground and starts tugging at them but although the glue will not allow her to get free.

Desperately, Candle tries cutting the shoes off her feet but the soles stick to her feet. Frustrated and upset, Candle realizes she can’t completely free her feet and her hands are now coated in glue. In a huff she throws the sticky remains of the flats onto the kitchen counter.

She rubs her hands on her blouse to clean them but they get stuck. She lurches about and only manages to pop the blouse completely open, freeing her breasts.

Candle is now in even more of a state, wailing and cursing and slapsticking about. Her flailings leave her tripping up on the flapping stuck soles of her shoes and she lands hard, smashing her boobs onto the kitchen counter, right where the gluey mess is. Candle shouts in horror as she realizes her beautiful boobs are stuck fast in the disgusting goop. 

It’s no good. Candle is trapped and will not make the modeling gig.