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Office Pumps 2 (of 4) cowgirl (Edited & proofed by Mr. Kevin!
Thanks.)


Jennifer, can't stop thinking about a silly article claiming
women with higher heels have the lowest I.Q.  scores. (fff/F,
humil,Shoe fetish, Bimbo, Etc, you get the picture...)


[This chapter's dedicated to Parker. Hey P-man! It's me, cowgirl!
I'm talking to you through this dedication? Is that cool, or
what? (giggle)]

__________


Throughout the week I was mesmerized by the site of Lisa waltzing
around the office in more and more provocative clothing. It was
clear she wasn't comfortable in such tight fitting garb, let
along her poor little feet, squeezed into the four inch heels she
religiously wore, but some part of her seemed stupid enough to
accept, and even enjoy, her self abuse!

The little sap somehow forced herself, whenever Kristy or I
glanced her way, into a prim upright posture, bosom thrust out,
bottom high in the air and thighs and calves arched at attention,
with a plastic smile. Though I felt sorry for her weird little
need to seem happy for our benefit, but I also found it strangely
satisfying, in a disturbing way.

I couldn't shake the feeling that her willingness to go through
such an uncomfortable display, with business suits bordering on
club wear and silly little heels, was somehow giving her a
sensual pay off. Maybe it wasn't just the clothes, but also
seeing how much attention she'd get from Kristy and me.  How far
would she really sink? She seemed to be deliberately inviting
sympathetic and pitiful  looks from the rest of us. Damned if I
know why.

That's not true.

I knew *exactlly* why, and so did the other women in the office.
Lisa's expression gave her away. Pure mindless lust.  Sure, Lisa
was obviously miserable in these tight fitting clothes and heels,
but knowing we were witnessing her public display was somehow
making her one horny little twit!

Besides, it was her own fault.  She really should've  known
better, the poor thing, but the height of her heels went hand in
hand with her deteriorating work habits.

Kristy, Trudy and I watched her from the water cooler.

"I'm worried about Lisa." I whispered.

"Everyone is. And what's with the get ups?" Trudy croaked,
standing in two-inch heels herself.

"She's young. Insecure. Remember? " I countered.

"Try desperate." Trudy sneered.

"Well, she's clearly getting something out of it...  " Kristy
said a little worriedly, eyeing a prancing Lisa as she went by,
waving to us like an imbecile.

"I think she's a dim-witted little exhibitionist. She gets off on
looking sluty."  Trudy pouted.

"Trudy - puuu-leaseeee...." Kristy skeptically sighed.

"No, it's true. She's clearly getting more ditzy and colorful
each day. Plus I heard her, well,.... I heard a rumor
she's.....'you know what-ing' herself in the ladies room." Trudy
said this in a hushed whisper.

"No!" Kristy said, my mind lit up.

Trudy nodded solemnly.

'Trudy, where ever did you *hear* such a sordid thing?" I asked a
little more excitedly that I wanted.

" Some other girls overheard her in a stall. Kinda sad huh?"
Trudy grinned, desperate to curry favor with Kristy and I stand
there in our flats. Well, okay...today I indulged myself with a
modest pair of one inch heels.

Trudy looked at Lisa almost as if she were jealous for a moment
as I was surprised to hear kristy's impatient voice break the
air.

"She's supposed to me an office manger for god's sake. This
reflects poorly on us all......sheezzz.....The poor things dumb
as nails with the wardrobe to prove it!" Kristy fumed, as she
finished by saying:

" I'd better run. Gotta fire an intern. "

" Can I watch? " Trudy raised her voice, as Kristy waved Trudy to
catch up behind her as Kristy and disappeared into her office,
leaving me alone gazing at Lisa from across the room.

I tried not to visualize the magic sight of Lisa huffing and
puffing away behind secret ladies' room doors.

_________


I watched, day after day, as poor little Lisa just kept making a
greater fool of herself, barely containing her ripe, curvy body
under the surface of her lurid little outfits. I suspect both
Kristy and I fueled her on, with our puzzled and 'poor baby'
looks.

Secretly I was as jealous as Trudy, but for different reasons.
Trudy acted somehow like Lisa was treading on her 'bimbo
receptionist' turf, where as I, being more mature, admired Lisa's
ability to get away with exotic clothes and heels I wished I'd
the guts to indulge in at her age, would only look silly in now.

That's what I told myself, a romantic appreciation from afar,
nothing more. But there was more to it. I'm ashamed to admit it,
but encouraging Lisa's embarrassing display not only aroused me,
but became a sick little bond between Kristy and I. My whole
world descended to drawing pleasure from Lisa's clothing and high
heel obsessions, while trying to ignore the reprimands I was
getting for my deteriorating job performance.

I was baffled as to why I was falling behind at work. I couldn't
help considering asking for Kristy help with a few more complex
accounts, but I had pride and didn't want to lose face. Just
knowing kristy was would never ask for MY help over there in her
sturdy flats across the hall me made my extravagant little
two-inch weakness painfully clear.

In the evenings, all pretense of work abandoned, I'd secretly
call Lisa and we'd talk for hours together on the phone. I'm not
sure why, because there was nothing wrong with it, but I could
tell Lisa didn't want anyone else to know about our calls or
getting together outside the office.

Once when she got me alone she snapped:

" Honestly jennifer, if i didn't know better, it almost like
you'd acting like were having in some silly office romance, for
heavens sake! "

" Okay, but there's no reason to hide our friendship then is
there?" I 'd ask.

" Friendships fine, but I'm having trouble with work lately. The
reason I like our time away from work is...well....i feel like,
well...kinda a high heel expert. Like your teacher, sorta. Don't
laugh, okay?" Lisa stammered in a way that made me wanna hug her.
The poor little twit really was lost at work.

During the day Lisa suffered, and the delicious nights were
apparently my turn, over the phone. But my suffering was longing
for my best friend. During  our intimate little chats she never
mentioned our night in the tub, and she got frosty if I even
alluded that we were anything more than 'girlfriends' who liked
to shop together, then she'd describe what heel she was wearing
and teasingly lecture me on different styles of high heels and
what was in fashion this year. Her ignoring of my feelings hurt
like gravel in my gut, but I pathetically welcomed her
flirtatious nightly calls anyway. 
Until tonight...

" He's coming back? Isn't that, like, totally cool? God how I
miss him...There's no substitute for a boyfriend jennifer." Lisa
chirped without even the slightest guilt over the phone.

loooooong silence over the line.

Finally I whispered....

" God you're cruel."

" Oh don't be such a baby jen! Your acting like......well, like
your.....'jelouse' of something! That's just bogus!" Lisa rolled
her eyes.

" Jesus Lisa...I can't believe how CASUAL your being, after
what... I mean.... after....our 'time together'..." suggestion
rising my voice.

" After what? WHAT??? All we did was.....'mess around', you know,
like kids that play doctor? Just silly games, It's no big deal.
Don't get all 'weird' about it jen, it could never be anything
more between us, because were.....well, you know,....were just
girls. Don't be poopy! "

" Jesus Lisa.....your killing me here....."

" Let's talk about high heels some more..Ask me something,
anything..." Lisa proudly boasted.

" Maybe later.....when's 'romeo' coming back?"

"Tomorrow." She chirped.

"...tomorrow? I thought 'we' were getting together tomorrow?" I
whimpered sadly.

" Now don't start again. You think you'd be happy for me and joe!
we're how it should be jen. It is only natural."

" Jesus Lisa....Don't you give a shit about us? Our calls? Our
time together? Don't pretend you don't care. "

"Jennifer, what kind of heels are you wearing today?"

"I'm in flats today, okay?"

" Oh, is that just to 'punish' me?"

" No, it's cause *I* have half a fucking brain..." I said,
wincing at my own words.

" Lisa....I'm sorry. Have your boyfriend over tomorrow night,
okay? We've been doing the phone for so long, I'm eager to have
your advice on shoes face to face...okay? Please? "

" Maybe next week..." Lisa said distractedly.

"You can't toss me aside like this. I won't fucking let you! You
can't run away from yourself and who you really are by hiding in
some....some fucking....'man'!"

click.

I was stung my the sound of her hanging up on me. I tried back
many times but Lisa had taken the phone off the hook to punish
me. I cried myself to sleep. I  was ashamed I found myself
fantasizing that Lisa's higher heels might erode her intelligence
enough to make her forget all this boyfriend baloney! Lisa, her
shoes, her attention and fawning over my foot wear, and her silly
little bimbo personality all belonged to me,

not some creep with a stupid prick!


________


"Why do women wear such stupid things?" Kristy asked to no one in
particular. She was too tactful to mention anyone we knew
personally, like Trudy or Lisa, but her message was clear.

I loved tagging along with Kristy. Despite being little older
than she was, I was found myself accepting her as an older
sister. Today we're in a bistro sharing lunch together. Kristy
always love to bitch up a storm over this whole high heel issue.
Unknowingly, she stoked my conflicted feelings regarding
footwear, and sex.  I knew that, like me, she was conflicted
about it. As for me, well,  after the wick little talks Lisa
keeps dragging me into, I secretly longed to indulge and punish
myself with some sort of high heel bitch-fest until it hurt.


"They're insanity to shove yourself into. To make matters worse,
they're shoes are made with pointed toes. Now, I don't know about
you, but my toes are almost all the same length, so if you stick
me in heels with pointed toes, my foot slides forward into the
shoe and my toes get squashed into a very unnatural shape,"
Kristy said, soundingoutraged. I felt as if she were lecturing me
personally for debasing myself.

"It's crazy, I agree," I said, as I massaged my sore foot under
the table, suppressing a delicious thrill.

"You know, I read the silliest article. It claimed that--are you
ready--it said there's actually a connection between high heels
high and low intelligence!" I said, desperately watching her for
reaction.

"You're kidding," Kristy said, munching on a piece of celery.

"Dead serious."

"That's totally stupid," Kristy sighed, as I caught her eyes
flicker quickly down to my feet and my flat Birkenstocks.  "You
don't believe such garbage, do you?"

"Oh of course not! It's just silly media hype. But, like you, I
am puzzled by what we women do in the name of fashion.  I came
across a old pair of high heels in my closet just the other day,
and I was ashamed at the very site of them, even though I never
wear them anymore!" I left out my struggle to pour my fat little
feet into them.

"Really?  I don't own *any*. You didn't use to wear them did
you?" Kristy asked, hawk like.

"Oh Gooooood no.  My mom bought them ages ago for me, believe me.
" I sighed, huffy she'd lump me with the 'those women' types.

" Oh, well....t's not your fault then! Did you now if you force
your feet into them enough, your foot actually deforms? Did you
know that? Well, of course you do! I mean you have a brain,
unlike some of these poor twits! What could they possibly be
thinking???" Kristy was stirring both of us up even further. I
could see beads of perspiration forming on her smooth, lovely
forehead.

"You're preaching to the converted, believe me Kristy, I agree -
it's bonkers," I chirped in agreement, trying to ignore the
clattering of heels all around us as we ate our little salads.

"And what's with mules anyway, Jen? Why do women clop  around in
high heels that have no ankle support? They sound like little
girls playing with their mother's shoes. There was a woman at my
last job who wore them all the time, and I could tell when she
was walking down the hall because I'd hear `drag, clop, drag,
clop.' It's just asinine, isn't it?"

Listening to Kristy like this set off all sorts of forbidden
thoughts and feelings! She'd become obsessed with lecturing me
about the evils of high heels as always,  but something was
different.  I couldn't shake the feeling that Kristy was watching
me like a hawk for reactions, sure I'd betray some weird secret
desire for them, maybe hoping to catch me betraying my stern,
formal fa ade.

Or maybe she was just getting as worked up as I was by all the
huffy talk. Being all judgmental about heels made me long for a
night with Lisa in the *worst* way! If only her stupid boyfriend
hadn't ruined everything by showing up. I was sick of phone calls
with her. Tonight was supposed to be 'our night' damn it.

Other than sharing *knowing* little winks with Lisa over our
secret calls in the evenings, we were ever the perfect little
office managers at work. Knowing how appalled Kristy would be if
she knew my secret desires had be crawling the walls to play
footsie with my little Lisa again. I was going bananas for the
chance!

As Kristy and I walked back to work, I was grateful she hadn't
brought up about the contracts I'd neglected to help Lisa with. I
don't know why, but ever since that day Lisa caught me wearing
her shoes, I found it harder and harder to concentrate on
anything other than sexy clothing and, especially, high heels.

Work gave me a headache, and, like Lisa, I'd pretty much fallen
into the habit of blowing off work. I knew it would catch up to
me eventually, like the shamefully naughty little scabs that kept
bruising the back of my heel I kept rubbing during my lunch with
Kristy.

Work was also getting, well, boring. And hard. It all seemed so
irrelevant and stuff. I mean, what was the point? I can't believe
I'm saying this, but...I mean, as lisa said one day:

"...what *are* a bunch of silly women like us messing with all
this management stuff for? "

Luckily she was just with Trudy and I, or Kristy would have gone
for her throat. I'm sure trudy would make sure the comment got
back to Kristy, but I found myself secretly agreeing. Not for
every woman, but for me, what *was* the point?

Maybe I wasn't as, like, vapidly as little Lisa about it. But
shoes were cooler than work. Somewhere I'd lost my professional
ambition. It seemed to be replaced by other stuff. Pumps,
sandals, platforms. These made me tingle inside, though it's
retarded to admit! I started to feel like a fraud behind my desk,
just like my lunched with Kristy. All this 'office stuff' was
just killing time until I got off work and could play more games
with Lisa again, which would be, like, never since Mr. Penis was
back in town!

Then I got a break!

Kristy dropped me a note saying Lisa and I should get together
TONIGHT.....and iron out the contracts, as I promised a while
back. This was my CHANCE!!! lisa would have to blow off her
boyfriend, and she'd fall madly in....well something would happen
tonight, I just KNEW It! Thank GOD for this LUCKY BREAK!!!

Lisa popped into my office around five, looking disappointed,
obviously having gotten a note too.

"I guess we'd better get together tonight and work. I *tried*
talking the Stevens contracts home myself to work on? But.....
but It was....just....."

" Too hard? It's okay, princess...I'll help you." I smiled at
her.

"Guess your boyfriends out of luck huh?"

" Oh, like your all broken up... " Lisa frowned.

" Don't be pouty. I'm not gloating, promise." I gloated.

"He's still coming over next week, so there! And I like boys
jennifer. I like men. In fact I luuuvvv...... "

" ........cock! " Lisa giggled with a little blush, delighted by
my shocked face.

" LISA - watch your mouth! Don't be sassy. Believe me, you don't
know *what* you want... " I snapped.

" Did Kristy ask for the contracts yet?" Lisa fidgeted nervously
like a little girl asking of mommy knew about the broken lamp
yet.

"No, Luckily she's distracted.  But this is serious, Lisa.  She's
wants them by tomorrow at 2. This deadline is firm. We gotta,
like, focus! I mean, really *work*, not get....distracted. We
didn't get anything done the other night we got
together...remember?"

" Yeah, You're right. But it was really kinda cool, like a....
pajama party, huh?" Lisa giggled.

" Well, maybe a bit *more* than a slumber party, but the point
isssss......"

"Look at theeeesssee..... " Lisa grinned down, pointed to her
designer paten leather three inch high heeled sandals. They were
day glow yellow with large white daises across them, oozing
cute-ness all over. Just looking at them made me forget...

" uh....where were we? Lisa - pleeeeaaaase. This is hard enough
as it is. No high heel talk, no fooling around - "  I whined as I
tried again as I managed to break her admiring gaze from her own
sexy little high heels.

" Look, were gonna have to, like, play 'office girls' and
actually....you know....work and stuff tonight, if we wanted to
keep fooling Kristy and getting paid for basically, doing
nothing! " I winked at her, surprised at my own Idiotic
sing-songy tone of voice.

Lisa quickly jumped in: " Okay,  your right.  We gotta be, like
smart and stuff. Our jobs depend on it, right? Tonight we work!
No shoes, no silliness. Workie-workie-workie!!!."  Lisa smiled as
we both busted up into fits of little giggles at serious speech
that descended into silliness

" No Lis, we really gotta..."

" And we WILL..." She warmly replied. " I was just
kidding...don't sweat it! I've got it covered!!! "

"....Good. My place.  Eight o' clock." I ordered, as she waltzed
from my office with a playful little mock salute, blowing me a
good-bye kiss.

God she made my knees weak. How was I gonna make it?


________________

That evening, I decided to grow up and get a hold of myself! I
needed to be the brains for both of us, or we'd both lose our
jobs, plus somebody needed to whip Lisa into shape! When Lisa
showed up twenty minutes *late* at my door, hands behind her
back, I frowning, I  asked her for the reports and contracts.

She just nodded her head, hands still behind her back. Then she
erupted into a smile.

"Guess what Santa brought?" She giggled through the door
revealing a large box in her hands. She playfully pranced inside
my place dumped about two dozen of her wildest looking high heels
all over my floor.

"Lisa, what are you...?" I said afraid of protesting to much,
knowing this would be our doom, my insides still wildly on fire,
watching her naughty display! I felt like a kid at Christmas,
gawking at the pile of dozens of her most exciting colorful
shoes, trying to maintain my cool.

shook my head, dazed and worried, trying once again:  "Lisa, the
contracts?"  I tried weakly.

"We'll get to them. They're, I'm pretty sure their in the car. I
like, ninety percent sure. But let's loosen up first, okay? You
know you've been watching my heels and fantasizing about this all
day - don't deny it, you naughty girl!" she cooed, as I felt
giddy as my pulse raced and heart fluttered.

I her warmly clutch my hand, and  felt my resistance washing away
as my eyes drunk in her cheep plastic heels she'd laid out at my
feet. I felt my throat constrict and cough out timidly:

 "Well...as long as you've got them in the caaaaaar...maybe just
a feeeeeew minutes of fun, right?"

"Sure sure...." She smiled as she bent down on her knees, bottom
enticingly waving in the air as she rummaged through the pile.

" Now, you're a bit of a heifer, foot wise, right?" she giggled
teasingly, as my face went bright red.

_______


I lost track of time.  Or maybe I wanted to.  I didn't want to 
think about work or contracts letting down Lisa or  anything. I
just want thing to be like they were that first night we were
together.

I wanted.....

escape.

"You really should just spend all your evenings, or a whole
weekend, in heels! Real tall ones, maybe six inch ones, you know?
Lisa chirped, trying to sound like some sort of expert as she
held a bucket under my faucet.

" Whatever for?" I winced at the very idea.

Lisa grabbed some soap, the now full bucket of water, pushed me
into a chair as she began lathering my whole foot up.  "Practice.
If you're gonna walk in heels a lot, you're gonna have loads of
toe bunions and 'pump bump'," she said as she massaged my toes
with soapy water.

" These are smaller than your used too. You *sure* you don't
wanna just go out and buy yourself some size nine pumps? That is
your size now, right?"

"Lisa, though I might have put on a few pounds, I used to be a
size eight. Your heels are mostly sevens and a half's, right?"

"And sevens" she said, biting her lower lip as she reached for an
old blue pair of her pumps we'd spent the better part of the
evening trying to force onto my now totally swollen foot.

"Okay, okay.  Just a suggestion.  We'll get my size seven pumps
on you in if it's the last thing we do! "

"Lisa, what is this 'pump bump' you mentioned earlier?" I asked.

"It's that ugly blister on your back heel. All high heel lovers
live with it.  It's no biggie.  There's 'mole skin' too. It's a
patch you use over the back heel that keeps your skin from
getting too irritated, so it doesn't infect.

"Mole's skin? The skin of a mole?"

Yup. Kinda Gross huh? " Lisa giggled for a second, then kept
lecturing me piously.

" There's also Toe jamming, where your toes get all stuffed into
the tip. Higher the heel, harder the jam! Jamming can also cause
hammer toes and bunions. Bunions and scabs around the toes are
harder.

Watch out for cheaper pairs  of heels, cause foot deformities and
bunions are definite if you keep forcing your toes into unnatural
positions, like what your doing now. With heels my size, you'll
get lost of those! "

"Oh, I don't intend to make a regular thing of this. I'm just
proving a point."  I said peevishly.

" ...that you can get into *my* shoe size? That's all we're doing
here?" she asked with a devilish smirk.  "Well,
okaaaaayyyy...whatEVER......" Lisa laughed.

" Okay, as long as you bring it up - what are we doing  here?
Your finally admitting this is about more than you helping me
with high-"

" Talk time is over little girl! " Lisa jumped in as she shot me
a wink and buttressed a shoehorn against my foot. My foot hurt
like hell from all the chaffing, but the soapy water made the red
swelling seem more erotic to me.

Lisa licked her lips, then determinedly leaned her bosom forward,
and I felt myself blush as I responded to her hair accidentally
tickling and teasing the tops of my shins.  I saw her feet arch
against the kitchen floor in her 2 inch yellow platform sandals
as I surrendered to her skillful fingers working away on me.

" Sole padding is, like, a total 'must have' for new high heel
'virgin's' like yourself, before the balls of the feet have
really toughened up. " Lisa said as she stroked away.

" Jennifer, most of your weight is shoved forward onto the front
part of your heels! Wearing 3 inches or higher for a long time
will, like, PERMENTENTLY DAMAGE the toes of your feet.
BUT......they make these cute little pink foam insert pads for
the front part for high heels.  I found out our company can get
them for wholesale, so I ordered a bunch! They help cushion the
pressure on the balls of your feet, and I use extra pads when my
toes hurts really bad, like today! "

Lisa slipped her heel off and showed me a 3 or 4 pink pads all
messed into the tow of her high heel, then gingerly out it back
on with a smile, as she mercilessly returned to stroking my
tempted ankle and calves.

" See? That's what I do. These are the neat little tricks I'll
show you! Though the thrill of hurting your feet is cool, doing
it to quick may lose your feet altogether, right? toe jamming. "

" Deliciously naughty toe pain is what makes most girls crap out,
but that's my favorite part! Also what's reeeeally bitchin' is to
practice prancing around your carpet, on your toes barefoot,
performing heel raises, tip toe walks, and other exercises I tell
you about without any shoes at all... "

As Lisa chattered on, her ample cleavage was distractingly
visible from my view, as she leaned forward and tried the heel,
rocking my foot into her crotch with a lost dreamy expression. I
couldn't deny there was something to her sensual rhythmic
attempts to get the heel on my foot, but the patent leather red
pumps she kept trying just wouldn't budge.

After a few minutes of silent grunting on both our parts, my eyes
fluttered open as she abruptly stopped.

"What? I thought we were..." I said in frustration.

"Nope!  It's STILL not working. We'll...there's always...."  she
said slyly, as she glanced down the hall at the bathtub.

"Why the tub? I'm already up to my thighs in soap." I shrugged.

She betrayed a knowing grin as she took my hand into the
bathroom.

Minutes later I was nude and soaking in a soothing bath, with
Lisa there, all decked out in her smart tight fitting work
clothes, on the toilet near by. She was attentively placing my
toes into a pair of her pink leopard skin pumps which had been
the closest fit so far, my heel, as always, was stubbornly
unwilling to shove it's way into the shoes heel.

I could feel the high heel digging into the sides of my foot and
my toes cramp up in the forward part, but was totally frustrated
by the heel not fitting! Lisa's warm soothing voice told me to
close my eyes, lie back, and just relax into the warm bubble bath
water, and sink my heel, high heels and all, into the bathwater.

"Lisa, your heels will get wet - they'll be ruined." I said
pouting across at her high heels as if they were alive.

"Relax silly! These pair are old, close to ruined any ways, and
maybe the hot water would loosen them up.  I knew it's crazy, but
come hell or high water, were gonna get those little suckers on"
she said determinedly, dunking my feet down under the suds like a
miniature sub.

"Hey careful....Ouch! " I yipped as she held my feet downfirmly.

"Even if it makes my feet bloody little stubs?" I closed my eyes
and adding frostily.

Lisa paused, looking at me. 

She then kicked off her heel, and aggressively thrust her mangled
foot a few inches next to my face. I fluttered my eyes open and
flinched at the ugly scars on her toes and heel.

I was awe struck, frightened and impressed as hell by all her
foot had been through. All this time Lisa's pretty high heels had
disguised how truly ugly and mangled her toed and heels had
gotten. They'd obviously formed calluses and scabs, and they
looked quite repellent, years of use having mixed hues of purple,
red and gray into her tired feet. It made me sick to my stomach
thinking of why we women, first her, and now, me, put ourselves
through such hell. I felt a mixture of sadness, repulsion, and
strangely enough, jealousy.

" It grosses you out, huh? I'm only twenty, but I've been wearing
heels since I was in my nine. Mom used to make me sleep standing
up in those shoes that ballerinas wear, you know? It's kinda
weird, I know. I hated high heels as a kid, swore I'd never wear
them when I grew up. " Her voice trailed off sadly.


" I'm sorry....I never..." I said quietly, humbled her battle
scars and willingness to go through hell for beauty.

"So...? " I drew her out.

" So.....why do I do it now? " Lisa asked with a lost look.

" cause....I'm a little idiot. " Lisa laughed, truly believing
it. Her laughter frightened me.

Just like you, huh?" She said with a slap to her own foot, which
she continued to hold to my face, a cruel look coming into her
eyes.

" I think you should.....kiss it. My foot. Kiss the ugliness.

" No thanks."  I said, weak stomach. For some repellent reason
inside, beyond sense, I was really tempted to smother it in
kisses at the moment.

" You know it's what you want. To be like me, walk in my shoes,
like Duh! I bet you wish you'd have grown up like me too, huh?
Momma could have worked on us both, huh? Go on, kiss me foot.
Show some respect...do it!"

I reached up gently places a single finger against her foot,
lightly moving it aside, lowering my eyes sheepishly.

Lisa looked at me with a strange look in her eyes. She put her
high heel back on, then whispered something under her breath that
made my heart almost stop.

"You little bitch! You're lucky I didn't make you..." she huskily
whispered, voice trailing off...

"What?"  I asked excited at her threat, my eyes flashing up in
anger, testing her.

" ....nothing." She said looking embarrassed.

" Okay...." I said barked, backing off.

There was an ackword silence as we both remained quiet. I
couldn't believe the ugly spark that just flashed through in her
voice. Was she suggesting she'd 'make' me doing it? But what
makes her think I'd 'allow' her too, the prissy little bitch?
Imagining it had me total goose pimples! Though ashamed of
rejecting her, I was now disappointed she hadn't tried to 'make
me' kiss it and, not sure what I'd have done if she had.

"Lisa, I'm a klutz. I'm sorry..."

Whatever. " Lisa said sadly, looking away as she put her shoe
back on.

" I'd like to now. Kiss it, I mean. " I said as she pulled away
from my touch.

" I don't need your pity. fuck off. Kissing my foot was a gift
you big dummy. It's something...oh never mind...This is poopy.
let's just forget the whole thing, okay? maybe I should just
go... "

" No wait - " I said as I grabbed her arm and pulling her closer.
"

" Your getting me wet. " She coldly said as the suds lighted onto
her sleeve.

" Well.....we can't have *that* now....can we?" I said as I moved
a little closer to her as she relaxed back onto her seat.

Lisa's  face was so close, and she looked so pretty, I couldn't 
help myself. I decided this was it. I leaned up and moved a
little closer to her face, nuzzling into her nose. She didn't
seem to mind at first, but then she froze a little as I softly
rested my teasing lips past hers. Her lips didn't stop me, but
didn't welcome me either, and her wearyness aroused me further.

I could feel her breathing matching my own as I slowly,
teasingly, started to explore my eager tongue past her quivering,
waiting lips...

"uh......what are you doing?" Her voice squeaked, full of ice.

I froze, wincing. I whispered to her. " er...sorry.....I
just...."

" Jennifer....??? " Lisa said back to her artificial bimbo tone,
leaning back and looking at me as if I were crazy, as if NONE of
this had crossed her mind! I was flooding with emotions, fear,
hurt, injured pride, humiliation, but mostly shock.

" Well....I think I know what's happening HERE..." Lisa began,
sounding like she were lecturing a pre schooler.

" ...somebody's had a little too much to *drink*, huh? It's okay.
You're just a little....blitzed. That's all it is. It'll all be a
blur tomorrow, right?

" What if I'm NOT blitzed?" I said staring away from her,
challenge in my voice.

" Jen, HELLLLOOOOO???? Remember my, like, my I have a boyfriend?
Don't get all 'weird' again, okay? And don't be a pouty girl just
because you fat little tootsies are to chubby to fit into my thin
little heels, okay? "

She winked through her sexy eyes in a way that made me almost
forget how I'd totally humiliated myself with my botchedattempt.

Another ackword silence followed as we both stared there, unsure
what to say next! So much for our evening of fun! My foot
shriveling up, along with my libido and broken heart! Shit!!!

"Jenny, your not one of those some weird 'lesbian' or something,
are you?" Lisa managed, her eyes avoiding mine.

" JESUS Lisa, of *course* not! I've never kissed another woman in
my whole life." And it was true, though I was sickened at
whimping out and trying to save face after such a embarassing and
blunt rejection.

" Look Lisa....I just felt close to you, that's all......I just
thought..."  I said hiding back behind some bubbles.

" You shouldn't think. If you do, it should be more about cool
stuff like high heels and less about poopy weirdo lesbian
stuff...huh?" Lisa chirped stupidly, hands on her hips as she
stared down at me like a mother giving her child a bath, deciding
what to scrub next.

Totally heartbroken, I decided to let it drop, and so did she. I
sat there, a hundred questions and desires swirling around as we
both pretended NOTHING happened!!! Didn't she feel anything? Was
it all me? What the fuck????

'I'm sorry.... I'm all 'fucked up' Lisa...please forgive me..." I
pathetically whispered.

"Shhhhh...Jenny, jenny,jenny! Your funny. Now be quiet and soak!
" Lisa cooed as she dipped her hands into the warm water.

Nothing more was said as she returned to my heels underwater,
reaching and feeling them. I passively let her, desperate for any
kind of touch from her.

After half an hour of Lisa reaching around and working my thighs
and calf muscles,  though still stinging from my rejection, I
closed my eyes and still found myself getting very hot. I gave up
my injured pride and I enjoyed her fingers exploring and fumbling
across me in the tub. I always winced when she tried to shove me
into the heels into the shoes though, as it hurt like hell. I
didn't even want to think about how mangled my feet would be from
her efforts, but there was a weird high from the idea of actually
voluntarily being as stupid as Lisa and encouraging her help!
kristy would have me locked up in a booby hatch.

Time passed as I lost myself deeper and deeper into Lisa's
fingers, which frustratingly wandered into places that were
driving me crazy with anticipation. This girl could tease!

" What time is it?"  I asked.

" It's midnight," she said.  "We can't go all night, you'll be a
friggin' prune. God your feet are whales! " She giggled cruelly.

I didn't feel like laughing though. I felt impossibly horny from
all the tempting places Lisa's fingers kept working into. I
couldn't believe it was midnight all ready!

"So much for the contracts. " I sighed as Lisa giggled, her
fingers explored and worked their way up and down my legs and
thigh. I raised an eyebrow as Lisa freely explored my the insides
of my upper thigh.

She caught my stare and frowned.

" I'm relaxing your leg silly! Don't think poopy thoughts you
naughty little office manager you! Just focus your chubby old
toosies on my precious little shoe! " I closed my eyes and
surrendered to her touch as I marveled at how close she could
come to my clitoris without actually touching it! As thanks, I
re-applied myself to working my exhausted foot into her now
probably ruined high heel which she held firmly in the base of
the tub.

"How're we doing?" Lisa asked in a whisper.

"Close."  I whispered back, burning with desperate desire for her
to finally touch me in my magic spot.

I then felt her hand on my own, which she slowly guided across
belly and down to my own crotch. My breath caught in my throat as
I couldn't believe she was doing this. I felt her hold my hand as
she played it across my pubic hair for a moment, as she paused.

"Go on, you know won't be able to concentrate until you get it
out of your system...." Lisa sighed at me as I dutifully kept my
hand on my own pubis where she'd placed it.

Lisa played her tongue across her own lips, eyes half closed as
she stared dreamily down at me for a moment. Before I closed my
eyes, I caught sight it, right before my own eyes.

Lisa's fingers, in her own panties, right before my eyes. I
couldn't believe it. I almost wanted to cry. Proof of her
feelings...

Lisa's eyes caught mine as her face went scarlet and she frowned
down at me. " HEY - Keep your eyes closed, poopy girl. " Lisa
warned as I closed them obediently.

I heard her suddenly crept onto all fours beside the tub,
disappearing from my view. As I peeked an eye open, I could make
out Lisa's knees over the tub as she laid down on her back on the
tile next to the tub. I thought it cute she somehow believe
herself invisible or I wouldn't know.

A second later I heard the sounds of Lisa's breathing. I couldn't
resist as I craned my neck over to peek at her laying on her back
with her hand buried between her legs against her panties, skirt
bunched up around her waist. Lisa's eyes flickered open and
ignite at seeing me.

"Well, take a *picture* why don't you?" she glares up at me.

"Sorry, I just..."

" Jennifer, stop being so...gross! What's the matter with you? I
wasn't doing anything anyways...if that's what you were
thinking...God your weird!!!! "

Lisa became pissed and abruptly stopped playing with herself.

" It's okay honey - keep going.." I said feeling sorry for her.

" I was DOIN' NUTHIN'....to stop, okay??? " Lisa growled back at
me as she then crawled up off the floor, back onto the toilet,
fixing her hair and straightening her clothes peevishly.

"...just *hurry up* and bring yourself off you pig!"

"What?" I frowned. Lisa then took my hand, and shoved it between
my own legs.

"Go ahead. Just take care of yourself dumbo. But hurry up, cause
I'm getting bored."

Feeling totally ashamed and angry I let my hand disappear under
the suds. Out of spite and also cause I was too horny to stop
amnymore, I rubbed my hand back and forth over myself in front of
Lisa as she sat there with arms folded, watching me ruefully.

Lisa stared at my foot, half in her shoe, half out, as I tried
not to feel self conscious about 'bringing  myself off'. I so
wanting her attention, I found myself sort of put on a 'little
show' for her, hoping to shock or tempt her, but she simply
peered down at me, fully dressed, yawning and filing her nails a
bit, waiting for the fucking shoe part! I guess I didn't matter,
right? The more bored she appeared, or pretend to appear, the
more embarrassed and aroused I became.

The pain or forcing myself into her wet soapy high heel was
inflaming me higher, and because of the pain, I knew I was
getting close. The harder it was, the more pissed I was at Lisa,
the more excited I became at the satisfaction of cramming my
tired sore little heel into this stupid painful fucking shoe. I'd
finally show little miss prissy who wasn't so fucking fat!

Lisa's casual attitude only ignited my shame and made me rub
myself faster and harder. When I was inches from my sweet little
orgasm, I found myself finally able to shove my tired water
soaked feet into her sexy little miss 'twenty something's' high
heels.

" Yeeeeees!!!! " I whispered through my teeth, squeezing my
thighs together into her suborn little heels! It was release on
both levels, and I was floating on a cloud until -

I hear Lisa clap sarcastically, as If I were a trained seal doing
a trick, which in a way, I totally was! 'Good little jenny' the
'performing seal!' Shit that stung.

"Well well well.....Somebody just the cat's pajamas now aren't
they? Can you Imagine what a cow Kristy's have if she saw her
favorite  little office piggy stuffed into my sexy heels now,
huh? Can you, huh??" She laughed somewhere between warmth and
mockery.

Shit! One the one hand, she'd just made me totally horny with
such talk. But I was still miffed she more interested in the
prize of my getting her damned shoe on me, then in caring of my
feelings of even my fucking orgasm! Now she was acting like I was
a naughty school girls again and avoiding of the obvious romantic
implications that hung in the air.

Maybe making love with another woman scared her. Maybe  she was
she a tease, or just cruel.

Or maybe just oblivious and stupid as her fucking I.Q.? Was it
possible I was projecting complex feelings on a someone who
just.....wasn't all there?

" I told you I'd get it on, see? didn't I? See? How does it
feel?" Lisa asked excitedly as she reached over and lifted my
foot from the tub as if it were a trophy she'd won, and studied
it with a sparkle in her eye.

"... hurts like hell." I sighed contentedly.  

"...but it's worth it, huh?" Lisa winked back at me, the same
sexual heat pouring from her massaging fingers as seductively
slipped my foot back into the tub. " Hey, Is somebody still being
a naughty girl under those suds?" Lisa asked, a little miffed as
she watched me.

She was clearly conflicted about my touching myself, but wouldn't
look away. She looked like she was about to slap my hand away if
she caught me.

" No...I'm not."  I said frowned, remembering how rude she was a
minute ago. Part of me wanted to tell her to get up and leave for
making me masturbate before her like a fool!  I seriously
considered asking her to just go home. She'd hurt my feelings
that much!

But my fingers kept playing with myself as I worked my heel
around, savoring the victory of being tightly wedged into Lisa's
high heel. Somehow my anger made me rub harder, under the suds
where she couldn't see, against her wishes. I fumed over her
teasing me all evening, then acted like I was a 'weirdo. for
coming onto her!

"Jennifer. I can tell what your doing under there..." Lisa
frowned down at me, a hint of playfulness in her gaze. I found
myself blushing as my eyes caught hers and I gave her a naughty
little grin like a precious little girl.

God how pretty her hair was all done up like that.  I mean, maybe
she didn't know how rude she was.  After all, nobody planned
this, what we were doing. It was all pretty spontaneous and, yes,
kinda weird, but I was too aroused now to stop, and she also
seemed kinda into it now too.

" Your bad jenny...really bad...." Lisa said with a dreamy
expression, but then I she yawned again.

" I think I should go now. I'm gonna get my purse, okay? Where's
my purse?" Lisa asked, as I watched Lisa yawn again and disappear
back onto the bathroom floor, but knew better than to take a peek
this time. I was excited she was doing it, and didn't want to
violate her privacy, despite her treatment of me.

" How's the other foot coming?" She asked from down on the floor
as her breath became faster and shallower. Just imagining her
down there like that, dress ridding up, was making the warmth
spread across my legs, which helped block out the brutal pain of
squeezing my fucking heel into Lisa's second high heel. I was
sure I'd sprained an ankle, but just wanted to do it now....to
finish!!!

"Almost there..." I said as I heard her breathing inunison with 
me from the cold tile floor.

" Keep going....Make Miss Lisa proud...." She whispered back,
sending me closer with her odd little way of 'play talk'.

This was really exciting, being next to Lisa but not seeing her.
I did wish I could feel the warmth of her body against mine as I
allowed my fingers to play across my soapy thighs,  arching my
feet, legs bent tightly together, getting a rhythm going. 

I couldn't stop thinking of smug little Lisa in her pert little
constrictive business suit and  skirt, squirming shamelessly
across my bathroom floor on her back, a few feet away, and the
disgusted expression she had when she thought I'd actually dare
to look at her.

Apparently I was good enough to tease and feel up, dress in her
high heels and spend all evening playing footsie, but not good
enough to witness her precious masturbation display! What a
spoiled little....

On that thought, I quickly reached orgasm, FINALLY arching and
squeezing my whole second swollen foot into Little Miss Lisa's
precious size seven and a half high heels, the pain bringing a
sweet rolling intensity to the whole nightmare that I was finally
floating down from, as I heard the sweet sound of lisa's voice
also as she came also. Pure bliss as we came together, only
porcine between us.

But I came back to earth painfully.

" Ow, ow, ow!!!"  I cried, as Lisa slowly pulled herself up from
the ground, her hair a tangled mess.

"What's the matter? You got it on, right?" 

"Charley horse," I managed to whimper up to her.

Lisa shook her head with a smile at me like a clumsy child.


_______


After some MAJOR foot cramps which obviously announced the ugly
fact that I was indeed a size nine, I started a crying jag.

"See?  I told you tonight was too much. Your mind
and...uh.....'other parts' liked my shoes just fine, but your
poor little toesies, heels, and the rest of your tired blistered
foot were too FAT for my lady like teensy weensy little sized
high heels. Now isn't that right?" Lisa demanded, straightening
her clothes, glaring down at me with folded arms.

I don't remember her saying any of that, but I nodded up at her,
too aroused and broken to fight.

"It's almost 1 AM. I hope it was worth it. You look like hell,
you know that, right? It looks like you're gonna have to stick
with mules and sandals for a while. Your heel will be so bloody
and you'll be washing that scab for weeks! Come on! Up with you.
They're on too tight, aren't they...?" Lisa sounded irritated,
but I still fell under the spell of her attention and touch as
she handled me.

Lisa helped me up from the tub and into my bedroom as had me
stand at attention for a moment. I stood there, totally broken,
exhausted and humiliated as she had me stand in the painful heels
that felt even tighter after the soaking they'd had.

" Wait here...You look really gross...." Lisa said with laughter
in her voice as she disappeared.

Minutes later tears streamed down my face as I saw her snapping
photos of me in the putrid, standing there, nude in her ruined
high heels. I wanted to slap her for taking advantage of me when
I was so vulnerable, but instead, I just stood there, turning
this way and that, posing, arching my legs together, and crying
like an Idiot as my feet begged for blessed relief.

Snap.

Snap.

"Please..."

"Just one more. Smile stupid. This is what you wanted , remember?
" Lisa giggled.

" uh....Do I look okay? "

" Well.....they do make you look, I dunno, ten years younger. You
can barely see the thighs touching anymore! " Lisa busted up
like, mocking me.

" Your heels are weak. See? Your Tottering!" Lisa pointed out how
my heels kept buckling together or outward.

" Little girl's Totter, cause they're not used to high heels and
don't have enough strength or technique in her calves and ankles.
Don't be lazy... stand up straight on those heels you silly
goose! " She scolded as I fought to do as she said.

She wasn't domineering, more like a rude teen anger mouthing off
to an adult, but I welcomed it, savored every word. This was my
punishment for wanting into these stupid things!

" Mom used to take photos of me too. Weird huh?" Lisa laughed as
stopped the photos and walked right up to me inches from my face
as I stood there perfectly erect before her. I could feel her so
close It was driving my crazy with lust, despite her painful
heels digging into my feet. She thrust her pelvis towards mine.

"Would you like me to touch you? Would you?" Lisa asked.

" Yes please..." I whispered my pussy on fire for her. Id have
done anything at that point my feel hurt so bad.

"Would you...... kiss my feet?" She asked gleefully.

I nodded about to pass out.

She quickly turned away with a laugh and shoved her camera back
into her purse.

" Just checking. Your funny jenny. Stupid, but funny. Ohhhh.... I
guess You can sit your fat ass down now...." She said as she turn
back to me, as I collapsed into my bed in spasms of tears and
hysterics. It was a tremendous flood of relief, all most better
than my orgasm it's self!

I was amazed how she didn't even seem to care, and strangely
drawn to her because of it. I couldn't stop thinking about how
her mother had warped her and how I was apparently just as
despite for her to do the same to me.

Lisa  snatched a pair of scissors and carefully cut the soaking
high heel off my poor exhausted little foot, which was too
swollen to get out any other way!  The bruises and swelling on my
foot looked bad, but the water made it look worse. I couldn't
believe it, and felt nations.

" I know it looks ugly at first, but it's kinda...don't laugh...
but it's well,....almost 'beautiful' when you get used to it. "
Lisa said as she stroked my foot and applied some neosporin and
peroxide to it. She carefully dried it, then kissed the soar
parts around the heel. She looked up at me with a pause. " See? I
respect and appreciate what pain is. I don't turn my nose up at
the chance to worship it. Almost sexy....huh? Does it make you
feel sexy jen, knowing your stupid enough to ruin your own feet?
tell me, honestly? Does it, huh? Does it??? " Lisa asked truly
more excited than I'd seen her all evening, her eyes on fire with
shame and desire.

I couldn't answer, as I watched her in a daze.

Lisa reached over and placed my hand between my legs again.

" It's okay. Your eyes told me. Whenever you look at your foot in
bed at night, I bet you keep your hand down here." Lisa giggled,
as she got up and left the room.

She then gathered up her huge box of high heels and paused,
looking me over.

" Jesus it's 6: AM. We've got to be at work in three hours. Maybe
I can get some sleep..."  I "whispered at the clock as Lisa
flipantly reached into the box's and threw the folder of
contracts on floor next to me.

" I wouldn't count on it toots!" She said with a shrug as she
walked out the door, leaving without so much as a word.  I wanted
to say something, to scream she wasn't going anywhere and to get
back in here and help, to kick her spoiled little butt, or kiss
it, or I dunno what....

...but I was too broken. There was no way, no way to finish on
time!!! I just stared down at the contracts in a blind sweat.






End of part 2

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