The Brob Girl Ch 34: The Dangers Of An Ear Trap

The room was a sea of pink light, soft and glowing, reflecting off every polished surface. The music pulsed gently in the background, setting the tone. My cheeks were warm—probably as pink as the light around me. I couldn't help it, not with all those tiny eyes staring up at me.

At first glance, the pedestal at the far end of the room looked completely empty. Just a small, dusty platform. But I knew better.

There were at least twenty Lilliputians standing on it, probably men and women, all craning their necks to get a good look at me. They'd paid for this, after all.

This was my job—to entertain people, big and small. And as much as I hated to admit it, I was good at it. Too good, maybe.

I let my hips sway as I moved toward them, my bare feet barely making a sound against the polished floor. Each step was slow, deliberate, giving them a show before I even reached the pedestal. I could feel their tiny gazes on me, their anticipation practically buzzing through the air.

When I reached the pedestal, I stopped and leaned down just a little, enough to give them a closer view of my face. My lips curved into a soft smile, my voice low and teasing.

"So tiny," I said, letting my eyes linger on the platform as if I could actually see them. Of course, I couldn't. They were much too small for that. But the earpiece I wore let me hear them loud and clear.

"Do you tiny little people want me?" I asked, my voice dripping with mock seduction.

Their response was immediate. Shouts of "Yes!" and "We want you!" rang out in my ear. Some of them even screamed my name. I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing.

I reached for the edge of my top, pretending to fiddle with it, teasing them just a little more. I knew they were waiting for me to take it off. This part always made me feel a little ridiculous, but they loved it, and I knew how much this meant to them.

But as my fingers grazed the fabric, a sound broke through the music and the cheers in my earpiece. My phone.

It was ringing from the dresser on the far side of the room.

For a moment, I thought about ignoring it. I was at work, after all. But it kept ringing, cutting through the noise and pulling my attention away.

I sighed, dropping my hands and straightening up.

"Excuse me, little ones," I said, keeping my voice sweet.

The groans and murmurs of disappointment were loud in my ear, but I ignored them as I turned and walked toward the dresser. I'd learned a long time ago not to take the whining personally.

When I reached the phone, I saw Abbie's name flashing on the screen. My brows knit together in confusion. Abbie never called me while I was at work. She knew how much I hated being interrupted here.

Still, something told me I needed to answer.

"Abbie," I said as I picked up. "I'm kinda busy—"

Her sobbing cut me off.

"Abbie?" My voice rose an octave in concern. "What's wrong?"

Through her tears, she managed to choke out a few words. Something about Michael.

I felt a pit form in my stomach. "Abbie, calm down. What happened?"

"I think—" She sniffled, her voice trembling. "I think Michael's trapped... in my ear."

"What?" I nearly dropped the phone.

She cried harder, and I could barely make out her words as she explained what happened. How she'd woken up and couldn't find him, how she felt something tickling her ear.

"Okay, okay, stop crying," I said quickly, trying to keep my own panic from showing. "I'll be there as fast as I can."

I hung up and looked back at the pedestal, where the tiny Lilliputians were still waiting.

"Sorry, guys," I said, forcing a smile even though I felt like I was going to throw up. "Emergency. Gotta go."

Their protests filled my earpiece, but I didn't have time for that. I grabbed my bag, slipped on my shoes, and bolted out of the room.

I could already imagine the earful I'd get from my boss for leaving mid-shift, but I didn't care. Michael was in trouble, and Abbie needed me.

The knock on the door echoed through the hallway, and before I could even hear Abbie's voice, the door swung open. She stood there, her face pale and her eyes wide with worry. Her messy bun and wrinkled t-shirt said she'd been up all night—or maybe just up panicking since she realized Michael was missing.

I didn't wait for her to invite me in. I brushed past her, my purse hanging off my shoulder, and headed straight for the living room.

"How did this happen?" I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.

Abbie closed the door behind me and followed. "I—I don't know," she stammered. "I just woke up, and he wasn't on the table. The bed was broken, and I kept feeling this tickle in my ear, and... and..." She trailed off, her voice cracking.

She looked ready to cry again, but I didn't have time for that.

I sighed and set my purse down on the couch. "Alright, sit down," I told her, gesturing to the chair by the kitchen table.

Abbie nodded and plopped down, her shoulders tense.

I rummaged through my bag, pulling out my emergency kit. It wasn't exactly meant for this kind of situation, but you'd be surprised how often Brobdingnagians like me needed tools to deal with tiny people. A flashlight, a pair of specialized tweezers, and a magnifying glass—it wasn't much, but it would have to do.

I grabbed the flashlight first and walked over to Abbie, who was sitting stiffly in the chair, looking like a guilty child waiting for a scolding.

"Alright, tilt your head," I instructed.

She hesitated but eventually leaned her head to the side, exposing her right ear to me. I clicked on the flashlight and aimed the beam inside.

"Hold still," I muttered as I peered into the cavern.

At first, all I saw was the usual: smooth flesh, a little shiny from natural oils, and—ugh—a few globs of earwax. Nothing unusual.

But then I spotted something.

A tiny, wriggling speck stuck in one of the sticky clumps of wax.

"There you are," I whispered under my breath.

"What?" Abbie asked nervously.

"I found him," I said, trying to keep my voice calm. "He's stuck in some wax, but he's alive."

"Oh my god," Abbie whispered, her hands gripping the edge of the chair. "Can you get him out?"

"That's the plan," I said, grabbing the tweezers.

This was going to be delicate. One wrong move, and I could hurt Michael—or worse, push him further in.

I adjusted the flashlight, holding it steady with my left hand while I maneuvered the tweezers with my right. Slowly, I guided the tips toward the speck.

"Hold still," I told Abbie again. "And whatever you do, don't move your head."

She gave a tiny nod, barely breathing.

The tweezers reached the edge of the wax. I could see Michael struggling, his tiny limbs flailing, though he wasn't making much progress.

"Hang on, little guy," I muttered.

I carefully pinched the tweezers around the edge of the wax, being extra careful not to squeeze too hard. The wax was sticky, clinging to the walls of her ear, but I gave it a gentle tug, and it came loose.

Michael was still stuck in the glob, but at least he wasn't inside her ear anymore.

"Got him," I said with a relieved sigh.

I set the tweezers down on the table, carefully depositing Michael and his gooey prison onto a napkin. Abbie leaned in, her eyes wide with concern.

"Michael?" she whispered.

He was still stuck, his little arms and legs barely visible under the wax, but he was moving and safe.