The Knotty House - Chapter Three

I woke up hours later. The restaurant was closed.

A few other parties that had gone out had managed to grab some more food, but they had suffered losses. They usually did. Still, there was at least something to eat and we all gathered around a small makeshift fire. It was such a surreal experience; eating scraps dropped on the floor inside the walls of a restaurant run by scantily clad women. It felt like a weird fever dream.

As we ate, I heard some stories of what had gone on during the day while I was asleep: other food run attempts and how they went, strange stories of survivals and deaths, and how more had been taken by the Asian girl.

The longer I listened the more I couldn't believe the situation I was in...

…

This had been a marvelous day for Amiee.

All of her plans had worked and none of the other waitresses suspected a thing! Perfect. She wanted to find more bugs to play with but the dinner rush distracted her too much. Nonetheless, she kept a careful watch for any tiny things scampering on the floor. She had to be careful though. Every since the activity earlier this afternoon, Kendra was vigilantly scanning around like a hawk; both watching the waitresses and looking for any bugs that she would not hesitate to crush. And if Kendra saw her NOT crushing bugs, well,  that'd be problematic.

The images of the impromptu dance party earlier were still fresh and sizzling in her mind. That had been the high point of the day. Seeing all those bodies moving, those tits and asses jostle and jingle; it'd been a lot to take in. Aimee needed more. There had to be a way to replicate that scene, and she already had an idea of how to do it.

“That dance party was pretty fun, huh?” She casually asked Zoey as the two passed each other.

“Hell yeah!” The redhead agreed without hesitation. “I just didn't want anyone to know we were infested with bugs, so I...” Zoey quieted down when she saw Aimee holding a finger up to her lips. With the music in the restaurant on, she had been talking rather loudly. “OOO! Sorry...”

“It's okay, I don't think anyone heard you,” Aimee replied, glancing around. She grinned. “I think the customers actually really liked it! Something like that could really bring in customers. I mean, after all...aren't we kinda already the reason they all come here?”

“Huh.” Zoey said after a moment, as if the idea had never even occurred to her before. “Yeah! I guess you're right!”

“Maybe we could try it again...?”

“Ooo! Right now?”

“No, no...not right now.” Aimee said. “You have to see if the others want to join in. You'd look a little ridiculous if you just went out and did it by yourself.”

“Oh, I'm sure the others would join in!” Zoey replied. She actually started to move towards the center of the dining room. She was up and raring to go. Aimee had to grab her arm to stop her.

“Yeah,” Aimee said. “But you know how Kendra is. She doesn't really like it when things deviate off her planned course. I think she was okay with it earlier because Linda had already made a big scene when those bugs somehow got on her. If you just went out by yourself and did it now, it might not have the same effect. Why don't you go ask her about it first?”

The idea of including Kendra seemed like a long shot, but there were two things that Aimee knew about her; one, she loved crushing bugs. And two, she loved herself almost as much as she loved crushing bugs. Her ego was the stuff of legends. Prior to meeting her, Aimee had only thought such narcissistic women like that really only existed in movies. But it was actually a great thing. It gave her a mental weakness to exploit. If you wanted her to go along with any of your plans, you had two avenues: either appealing to her ego, or priming her to go along with it by making her think the idea was hers.

Right now, Aimee planned to attempt a little bit of both.

“Yeah,” Zoey thankfully agreed. “You're right. I wouldn't want to upset Kendra! She's almost like our boss, kinda!”

“But you're on board with the whole thing, right?” Aimee asked.

“Sure!”

“Okay, then when you talk to Kendra, tell her she danced really well. I mean, she looked pretty bomb, didn't she?”

“Yep!” Zoey nodded. “She ALWAYS does. I'm so jealous! I wish my butt was as big as hers! It's so soft, but kinda firm at the same time. I know because she lets me touch it sometimes! She even lets me touch her boobies sometimes when we're in the bathroom together!”

The mental image of Zoey fondling Kendra's chest and ass was enough to disrupt Aimee's train of thought for a few seconds. A major girl boner was growing deep within her shorts. Still, she managed to shake if off and get back on track.

“G-Great,” She said with some effort. “Make sure you say that to her. And don't actually say that you think we should do it again. Just tell her that it was a lot of fun and she looked really great. Okay?”

“Sure!” Zoey said. And with that, she zipped off back to her tables, where one guy was holding up a finger for her attention.

Aimee smiled. There was no way she could know that her plan would work, but she had a pretty good feeling. She turned and hurried back to her own tables to see how everyone was doing.

Linda sulked around the restaurant. Ever since she had found the bugs on her she'd entered a state of hyper vigilance. Any strange sensation on her body, even the slightest tickle, made her reach out and feel or scratch that area. The notion of scratching herself in public apparently had lost any and all shame to her. She was suddenly becoming like Mia, and it didn't seem to bother her. At one point she had been certain she had felt something crawling on her and had rushed to the Locker Room to examine herself in the mirror. After several minutes of searching and finding nothing, she once again sulked out into the dining room. She saw that one of her tables had departed. They had better left a decent tip. After everything was said and done there check had gone out to well over a hundred dollars.

Almost immediately as soon as she walked up to the table she saw them.

The customers had been slightly messy eaters. Some of there fries and other things had wound up on the floor. Circling around this mess were some of those gross, disgusting bugs. This was how they'd gotten on her! Stupid, careless customers who couldn't handle the simple task of shoveling food into their faces without dropping it all over themselves. If it wasn't for the fact that they were tipping her, she'd treat all of them like the infants they were!

Anger surged and Linda stomped over and lifted her foot, hands planted firmly on her hips. She didn't even worry about picking up the fries. Instead she just let her foot do all the talking. The fries turned into mushy piles glued to the soles of her white sneakers. Each successive stomp shot out some of the goop from under her shoe. But she didn't care, she scanned for those tiny pests and every time she saw, or even thought she saw, one of those specks she brought all of her fury down onto their puny heads. After a series of stomps, she finally stopped and squatted down to look over her work. There was no movement. Nothing left except for splattering of smooshed fries. When she stood back up, she examined the soles of her shoe and saw many small red splotches dotting the surface. She couldn't help but grin.

Let's see those fuckers crawl over me now, she thought.

Out of her peripherals, she saw someone come up to her. But she knew who it was before she even turned towards them; the smell of jasmine had given it away.

“Bug?” Kendra asked.

“Yeah!” Linda replied bitterly. “Because people can't fucking eat without making a mess everywhere! That and Isabella dropping everything all the time!” She pouted. A small itch touched her thigh, right under her ass, and she instinctively reach around and scratched down there. When she brought her hand back up she didn't see anything splotch of red. Just another false alarm. But those creepy little bugs were still around. They'd gotten on her once already. And they'd do it again if she wasn't careful.

“You should clean tables faster.” Kendra lectured, sternly. “You disappeared for a moment and left their food here. That is what draws them, yes?”

“I'm TRYING, Kendra,” Linda huffed. She wanted to say more but some customers were already looking over at them due to her stomping around. Anymore of a scene and there might be complaints that would reach the owner. “I went into the bathroom for, like, a second okay? So chill out!”

Kendra frowned but said nothing further. Instead she glanced down at the dirty table. After a moment, she reached across the table and picked up a french fry that was slathered in ketchup and held it up to Linda.

“Look.” She instructed. The blonde looked and, for a moment, had no idea what the bitch was talking about. Then, she saw two small specks glued to the fry by the red sauce. They weren't just on the floor. “This is why you cannot leave tables dirty. They move fast, you see? Clean them faster.”

“Okay, but, like, I was in the bathroom, Kendra.” Linda protested. “I can't help it. You can't tell me not to go to the bathroom.”

“Just clean them faster,” Kendra said sternly. And then, she popped the fry into her mouth and began to chew.

“EUGH!” Linda quietly hissed. “Kendra! That's SO gross!”

“Is it?” Kendra grinned. She opened her mouth wide, revealing the soggy mess inside. Though Linda didn't see it, two specks raced across the woman's tongue, where pools of ketchup and saliva were mixing in with the chewed goop. The little dots hurried across the bumpy surface towards the teeth and lips. Linda turned away, feeling ill. Kendra chuckled and then closed her mouth and then, after a few more quick chews, swallowed, sending the goop and the tiny specks down into the depths of her stomach where escape would be impossible.

“You're gonna get sick.” Linda grumbled, still looking disgusted.

“No I will not,” Kendra replied, rubbing her belly. “My family has eaten bugs before. They are good protein. Plus, my stomach is strong. They, as well as whatever germ they carry, will just melt in them. I eat lots of spicy curry all the time. You think a tiny, insignificant speck like these bugs will hurt me?” Kendra laughed and turned and walked away, leaving Linda to watch her, a look of slight bewilderment on her face. Then, she rolled her eyes and quickly scanned the table to check for any more bugs. She saw a couple and slapped her hand down on them, quickly wiping them off onto her shorts. When she was satisfied she, at last, began to clear the table.

On the other side of the restaurant, Mia was watching Sophia bring food to an empty table. There had only been one customer there, an older man who had complained to Kendra (of all people) that Mia had been sitting around instead of working. The old codger wasn't even in her section and yet he had caused Mia some grief when Kendra had bitched at her. Now, the man had limped to the men's room just in time for Sophia to drop it off. Mia watched, making sure the food had been left there, and then slowly made her way over. Sophia again headed back to the kitchen. Fortunately, there were no too many people at her section, and the few that were there were too busy watching football on the many screens to notice Mia sauntering up. She went up to the old man's table. Atop his plate, which had been left alone for only a minute or two, were at least five small tiny little bugs. Good. Great even. But they were just sitting there, right on top! He'd notice them for sure. So, she stuck her fingers into the food and mixed it to make sure the little bugs would be deeper in and harder to see. Hopefully he'd just assume they were pepper. After a few stirs, she straightened and then turned, bringing her fat ass hovering just over the food and farted. When she was done, she hurried away before Kendra or Sophia could see her.

But someone had seen her. Zoey came over, wondering why Mia had held her butt over the food. She dug her own finger into the food, wondering if there was something in it. Then the smell hit her. Naturally, Zoey had heard of things such as spitting in food to get back at mean customers. Zoey liked Mia, who had always been nice to her. So that old guy must have done something mean to her! He had definitely looked like an old grouch. And if this was Mia's way at getting back at him, she would help! So, Zoey turned and pointed her ass at the plate to and added her own contribution. More than one, in fact. Then, she hurried away, giggling.

Soon after, Sophia came out behind Isabella, helping her carry some food to one of her tables. Sophia followed her rather than walked in front of her in an attempt to avoid doing anything that would trip her up. It wasn't a guarantee to work, however. Isabella seemed to trip over her own two feet more often than anything else. Fortunately, the food safely made its way to the table. Crisis averted.

“Thanks, Sophia,” Isabella said, gratefully.

“No problem, baby,” Sophia replied, smiling.

Isabella began to take her tray back when she spotted something under a table by the Locker Room entrance. A few small little specks traveling under the table. Quickly, set her tray down on to the table and lifted her leg to start stomping. Her knee banged the underside of the table, knocking her tray clear off and it fell to the floor with a clatter that turned many heads to her. Blushing fiercely, she smiled bashfully and bent and picked the tray up. On the ground, she saw several red splats dotting the ground: the tray had inadvertently fallen onto them, crushing them for her. Only one remained and she quickly poked it with her finger, easily smooshing it into the hardwood floor. She stood, wiping her finger off before quickly hurrying off into the kitchen, not wanting to see if Kendra was watching her.

Fortunately, Kendra had only glanced over, too busy with her own tables to do much else. But Sophia had seen her and she walked over and squatted down. Immediately, she saw the red splotches. She sprayed her bottle of cleaner and quickly mopped the mess up with her rag, which was damp and carried a heavy smell of bleach. She was just about to stand when she saw one more bug hurrying towards the wall. There may have been a small crack in the baseboard, something so slim that even she couldn't see it right now. Regardless, she whipped her rag down and brought it against the hardwood with a wet smack. When she reeled it back in, there was a new stain on it. She stood up and went back to the kitchen to get a new rag. When she came back out, she went to go check on the older gentlemen who had said something to Kendra earlier. He said his food was excellent.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Kelly was loading up her tray. Her belly was full and busily rumbling with digestion in full swing. She had eaten many french fries, a few fried pickle chips, even dipped her finger into a bowl of cream of crab soup, her favorite. Now again, she leaned over her almost full tray and grazed off it, her long, unrestrained brunette hair dragging across several plates. Then, when she was able to swallow several mouthfuls without any of the cooks seeing her, she went up and grabbed the last plate from the pass. As she did, a large belch escaped her lips and traveled onto her latest addition to her tray. The chefs cheered. She only smiled, blushing slightly, and then carried her food out. When that had been delivered, she started clearing off tables.

Naturally, she picked at the remains. There were often fries left behind.

And, of course, she was too concerned with checking over her shoulder to make sure that she wasn't being watched to notice that several of these left over plates had some bugs crawling on them. Her appetite had been too great for that. Each quick handful carried at least two of the little bugs. She didn't know it, but many had not even been swallowed and were running along her teeth and tongue, trying desperately to find an exit point. But, often, these lingering pests would find themselves at the center of another big storm as more food was quickly shoveled in, being crammed in as much could be allowed with the cheeks bulging. The teeth would quickly gnash and mash everything before being hurriedly being gulped down. Because of her haste, Kelly had not chewed as much as she should, so the cycle would repeat. A new handful would be added, some bugs would be left behind. Then, she'd eat more and the stragglers would get swallowed, but more would be left anyway, and so on and so on. Kendra had always proudly proclaimed that she was the best exterminator on the team, but it was Kelly. By the end of the day, no less than forty bugs were down in her noisy belly.

“Hey Kendra!” Zoey called.

“Hmm? Yes?”

“Hey, that dance party was pretty fun!” The redhead proclaimed gleefully. “And you looked really good doing it?”

“Did I?” Kendra replied, turning towards Zoey with a proud grin.”

“Yeah! I mean, you always look good, but you look GREAT when you dance. Everyone was watching you!”

“Yes, they were...” Kendra said slowly. “Perhaps this is something we should do again?”

“Yeah!” Zoey agreed ecstatically.

“Maybe you guys should twerk a little bit next time,” Aimee tossed out as she passed by with a tray. “That'll REALLY get people's attention...”

“Oh my god, yes!” Zoey said. She slapped her hand against Kendra's ass. “That'd be amazing! Even I'd love to see that and I'm not even gay! Though, if I could be if they were as hot as you, Kendra!”

“Thank you,” Kendra said, her grin widening. Zoey was strange, but her constant compliments were a welcome consequence of it.

“Should we do it tonight?” Zoey asked.

“No, not tonight.” Kendra replied. “It is getting late. But it is something we can explore tomorrow perhaps?”

“Sure.” Zoey said. She looked a little disappointed, but still happy.

“Besides, we should practice.” Kendra said. She turned and began to twerk slowly. “Of course...I do not need to, but YOU should.”

Kendra's large ass clapped as she twerked. Zoey looked and saw many red dots lining her shorts. There had to be at least ten.

“Wow, you've been busy.” The redhead said. “How many have you sat on?”

“Thirteen!” Kendra replied proudly. She put a foot on a chair and began to shake her ass side to side. She felt good. And she ought to. She had killed almost thirty bugs today. “They thought they could climb up the chairs to get to the food left behind by my customers. But they were too slow. I brushed them onto the seats and then...” She smacked her wide rear and wiggled it. “They make it so easy. They are predictable. It is almost not even a challenge. They basically are begging for me to CRUSH them with my ass and I shall answer their prayers.”

These words would have raised the eyebrows of most people. But they practically flew over Zoey's head without incident. It wasn't even remotely weird in the mind of the redhead, who often had thoughts that many would consider certifiably insane.

The rest of the day passed without much incident. Mia was the first to leave, of course, without helping doing any of the clean up, but Sophia and Isabella working together made up for it. Linda was the next to leave. Her section was unusually clean; the incident with bugs crawling all over her boobs had left her extra motivated. Sophia and Isabella then left, followed by Zoey and Kelly, the latter of whom tried to stifle a burp as she walked out the door, but mostly failed. Aimee made a quick run out to the dumpster, ziploc bag in her hand. When she looked, she felt as if she had won the lottery. A new score of the little bugs were scampering around. Eagerly, she dropped to her knees and plucked up as many as she could. Then, she hurried off to the Locker Room. There was a jar in her locker for just this sort of an occasion. A jar with cloth over the top so air could come in. Quickly she dumped her new catches into the jar and put it back into her locker. Just as she was shutting it, Kendra walked in.

“Oh, hey Kendra.” Aimee said, stuffing the ziploc bag into her purse. She wanted to leave fast to avoid giving the Indian woman any time to question her. “Good night.”

Fortunately, Kendra looked too proud and pleased with herself to notice much else. A goddess with no time for mere mortals. The thought of being a measly little mortal was actually quite nice to Aimee. She had fantasized about being a 'slave' of sorts to Kendra. Hell, she had once even imagined she was one of the bugs; crawling along the giant surface of an immeasurably huge chair. She'd look up and see Kendra's huge and divine rear looming over her like a moon. Kendra would smack that big ass, her booming voice telling Aimee that, as a bug, this was her place. This was her destiny: to wind up as a small stain under the perfect ass of a vastly superior being. Then the ass would slam down and there would be nothing.

The fantasy was strong and another major girl boner was forming in Aimee's panties. She needed to get home and fast and relieve these constants urges. So, she left, leaving Kendra alone in the locker room.

Kendra walked to the door and dropped to her hands and knees.

She crawled and looked at the tiny hole in the jamb.

Only one bug had managed to escape her today. That had not happened before. And it annoyed her. But it would not happen again. She dropped herself down, her large breasts flattening against the floor, and traced her finger in front of the hole, leaving a small dab of sticky goo. The stuff would dry over night, but it would still be quite sticky, trapping anything that happened to crawl out. The goop was translucent, nearly impossible to see, especially in the dark. She thought about leaving bait, something to entice the little creatures to their doom, but she decided against it. These were not normal bugs, she knew that. They might be smart enough to not fall for a trick like that. But if she left nothing, then they would be left in a false sense of security. Then, they'd fall right into her trap.

And then, tomorrow, they would be hers.

All hers.

“Yes.” Kendra said to herself. “You will be mine. And I will CRUSH you. Do not think for a moment that I am not hunting you. I will find you all. And I will CRUSH each and every last one of you.”

She liked to imagine the bug heard her. They, of course, would not understand her words, but they would recognize her voice. She liked to imagine that they knew what she was doing and the very sound of her voice inspired much fear into them. But bugs had to eat. They could not hide forever. And when they dared venture out, she would find them.

Kendra took one last look at the soles of her shoe and at her butt. All the red splotches, the splattered corpses of so many bugs, made her grin.

Oh yes, she would find them. Of that, she was supremely confident.

She grabbed her things from her locker and left, turning off the lights as she went.

…

It feels weird just sitting here now. I'm going to try and get some more sleep later but I can't right now.

A part of me wants to go out again. The waitresses are all gone, so it's now the safest time to go out. It has to be. But a lot of the others tell me I shouldn't. The Indian girl, they say, she leaves traps; often she leaves something near one of our tunnels, enticing hungry runners, only leading for them to get tangled up in something. Plus, the restaurant is dark and would be hard to navigate.

I realize the danger. But it still has to be safer than trying to go out during the day when those towering gals are stomping all over the place. Maybe I could make a try on my own. I think that might be what is causing a lot of the failures. They often go in groups. I guess it's good to have back up; help you scale things you otherwise couldn't, plus it's nice to have someone to watch your back, regardless of how useless their help might be when a giant foot is coming down. It's a comfort thing, I suppose. But groups are easier to spot. If we traveled in solo teams, we might be able to spread out without being seen. And, even if one of them is spotted, that's all we would lose: one. Much better than the entire groups.

But I don't think the others will go for that idea. They seem pretty committed to the doctrine of 'Stick Together'. Maybe if I can make a run on my own and show them that it's possible, they'll change their tune. Might give it a try in the morning. Don't want to stay up to late. Will be tired during the day, otherwise.

Okay, hand is starting to hurt again. Gonna stop.