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Office Pumps 3
cowgirl (Edited & proofed by Kevin! Thanks.) 


(humil, shoe fetish, bimbo, etc,you get the picture...)


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 is dedicated to my good friend Carl, who's taught 
me more about being a 'woman' than any man I've met, and who 
allows me to peek into a 'guy's' mind a little more than is probably 
healthy! ;-) 

Thanks C-man! 

-jen

**********************





"Hey, it's me. "  I whispered into the phone. 

"Jeeeezz - Jennifer? It's almost-" 

"6 AM, I know. Sorry. Did I wake you? " 

"Naw, I get up at 4, jog, swim and work out till 6. I'm finished now,
so what's up?" Skinny little bitch,I thought.

" Listen, I need a reeeeeally big favor, okay? Can you call in sick
and come over to my place? I'm in deep shit with the Stevens
contracts. We have a deadline of 2 o'clock. You in?"

" But...I thought you and Lisa..." 

" Just answer me: In or out?" I said, the fear helping cutting the my
usual foggy ditzy post-shoe persona.

" OK, but, like, what's in it for me?" Trudy said as she rudely
clicked her gum.

" If Kristy likes our work, I'll tell her it was *you* who bailed me
out, not Lisa. You'll graduate from secretary up to, well, something
better!  Trust me!" I lied.

" Okay, but I want more. What else?"  She popped her bubble gum over
the phone.

" Cut to the chase Tru- whaddya want?" I frowned. 

" hmmm..could use a new TV. "  

Jesus she was stupid. Secretaries always think small. I was willing to
fill her garage with fucking televisions if she bailed me out of this!

"Well...okay. You drive a hard bargain kiddo. See you soon. Oh and
Trudy? Do you still have that orange sun dress with matching two inch
clogs you wore the other day?" I asked, biting my lower lip.

" Well, they're three inchers, but yeah. Why? " 

" Perfect. Wear them when you come over, okay? " 

" Okay...if you say so..." Trudy said suspiciously. 

Ten minutes later Trudy was at my door in her cute little orange print
dress, sexy little clogs, lap top and printer under her arm, looking
humiliated but resigned.

I put her to work at my kitchen table as we dove in. I wanted Trudy
decked out in her humiliating heels, while  I greeted her in a plain
blouse, modest grey skirt and flats, echoing to both of us that it was
me in the driver's seat here, not her.

Maybe it was just for my peace of mind, or just seeing her do as I
said. Anyways, we worked into the morning. I knew Kristy would know
why I hadn't shown up and figured Lisa and I had pulled an all
nighter, but if we made it, all would be forgiven.

"What are you doing? Your heels are off!"  I worried, seeing them 
under the table as Trudy worked barefoot.

" Duuhhh!  I kick them off when I'm working. It kinda helps me think
better, for some reason. That a problem?" She asked a little annoyed.

I was a little miffed, and tried to ignore the irrational fear she was
smarter than me outside those silly clogs.
 
The contracts were complicated so Trudy typed them up so they'd look
'right' and stuff, since she had some legal aid experience. I was able
to start out telling what we needed, but I kept drawing a blank mid -
sentence, and Trudy kept impatiently finishing for me. Soon I was just
sitting there, watching her work like a bored teenaged girl stuck with
her mom.

It was really embarrassing. What was wrong with me? I know it was
silly, but part of me wished Trudy would just put her shoes back on so
she'd be slow enough that I could keep up. Frustrated with my
uselessness, Trudy took a deep breath and suggested I 'take a break',
get some air and give her a few minutes alone. Her implication that I
was bugging her was obviously clear.

As I walked for the door, I kicked my flats off, and managed to scoop
my toes over and sneak her clogs into my huge sun dress's pockets.

I excused myself and yawned as I went outside, feeling devilish for
sneaking them out. What was I thinking? She'd surely notice,
eventually. But I couldn't resist.

Once outside, I threw her cool orange clogs at my feet, staring at
them with mixed feelings. They were simple  high heel clogs, nothing
to be aroused by or afraid of, but it seemed they brought out the
horny imbecile in me every damned time! I noticed Trudy's clogs had
the same little pink pads Lisa had showed me in her heels, the ones
she said Kristy had gotten wholesale. Weird. They must really be
popular!
 
I was thrilled with the danger of wearing them behind Trudy's back,
with her so close, slaving away doing *my* work!  I'd already lost
face this morning with her, so why risk further embarrassment, right?

But I soon found myself scampering around my patio like a simple
minded little fool in love, mooning over Trudy's swell little clogs as
if they were my own! I'd take them off and stroke them this way and
that, inhaling the plastic smell as I closed my eyes, letting them
trail across my arms and legs, totally losing myself in their
sensation and color...

I somehow lost track of time, lounging in the sun and enjoing the
pretty flowers and birds outside. All the  greens browns and yellows I
saw reminded me of dozens of platic shoes colors I'd memorized over
the last few months.

A voice brought me back. 

" Hey, I had to take a tinkle. These yours?" Trudy asked as she walked
from my bathroom carrying Lisa's water-soaked, cut-up high heels
between her fingers like a dead fish. I felt as if she'd discovered a
body, all the memories of last night rushing back to my reddened face.

" No, I mean - YES! I mean--never mind. Here, those should go in the
garbage!" I laughed nervously as I snatched them from her in a panic
and threw them away.

"Funny, Lisa had a pair like that..." Trudy said stupidly. 

"Did she? Well, so did I, huh? How's the contracts coming?" I said,
drawing her back to the table.

" Oh they're done. Printing out now. It's almost 1:30. You'd better
scoot!" Trudy smiled she swatted my butt playfully. I frowned at her
hautiness, responding between my legs anyway.

"I'll see you at work," Trudy smiled, as I zipped out the door before
I realized I still had her shoes on.


_____


As I strutted from Kristy's office, the smile on my face betrayed all.
Lisa gave me a bitchin' high-five as we laughed and giggled over our
sucesess like two bad-assed fly girls. I got some neat jealous looks
from some of the other office managers too. I guess my coming through,
or Trudy that is, surprised everyone, considering how poopy my work
had been lately.

I walked up to Trudy and winked hello to her. 

" Well, I haven't seen you since..." She grinned. 

"Shhhh.."  I stupidly warned.

"Relax, I'm teasing, silly. " Trudy sighed. I frowned at how things
had changed between Trudy and me ever since this morning.  I didn't
like how she was treating me. Thank gosh Lisa wasn't around to see!

" Hey, we've switched places..see?" Trudy pointed to my feet. My heart
leaped when I realized I'd gone through the whole meeting wearing
Trudy's high heel clogs!!!

Kristy and my boss hadn't even noticed! God was I lucky Kristy didn't
see me in those humiliating shoes!

Trudy displayed her ankles, showing me her flats, which she still had
on. I winced at the sight.

" Okay, did you tell Kristy?" 

"What? " I said, frowning at the bimbo in my flats. 

" About my bailing you out?" She insisted. 

" Ohhh...naw. It didn't come up. "  I said weakly. 

" It didn't COME UP? Wait a minute - you promised! " Trudy hissed in a
angry whisper.

" Chill girl, I'll stil get you A boob tube. I can't risk making me
and Lisa look bad, okay? I'll tell Kristy when the time is right,
okay? "

Trudy pouted at me as I pleaded with her. 

" Trudy? I know it's asking a lot, but you still gotta finish whatever
work of mine and Lisa's I pass your way, okay? I won't forget it. You
gotta help us so we don't look all dumb and stuff, okay? Want me to
add a toaster or something to the deal?"

Trudy started at me like a bimbo, but an angry one. 

" No, I want 'half' of your weekly salary. " Trudy said in not such a
bimbo voice. Shit. But I wasn't done yet.

" Okay, but make it....'one third'! " I countered. 

" Darn you jen - your killing me here......can I have at least 'two
thirds'?" Trudy pouted.

I grinned. She may have my shoes, but not my brains! 

" Sure, you got it! " I said, as Trudy smirked, bringing a puzzled
little frown to my face.

Did that add up? I was still a little fuzzy on numbers, but that's
what I paid Trudy for now, so It was cool. At least I'd countered, and
her pouty expression made me feel better! I still couldn't shake the
feeling....

"...uh....Trudy?....can I have my shoes back please?" 

Trudy turned her nose in the air as she walked away to get some
coffee, as I click-clacked behind her in those  silly high heels,
trying to keep what little brain I had left.

"Trudy? Please????" 


________



The following night, It was almost 4 AM before I fell asleep. I was
both horrified and strangely proud that I'd  managed to find my own
hand on my pussy when I awoke, as Lisa promised. Getting up in the
night to apply some more ointment to my sore feet helped. I thought
about getting higher heels. That would make me feel soooooo trashy,
wouldn't it?

Would Lisa be even meaner if my heels were higher? Cut me less slack?
Treat me stupidier? God this was sick. I'd have to hide the scars from
 Kristy all week. I'd have to go with stockings till I healed,
wrapping my self up.

Things were out of control, and I had to get a grip. At work, I dove
back into my old 'flats' self, partly to help Lisa, and partly to keep
from having my feet amputated at the rate I was going.  I became
totally dependent on Trudy because I knew my mind wasn't slipping
fast. The most I could hope for was appearnce.

I decided to cool it with trying to imitate Lisa's gaudy fashions,
and, despite the sexual heat and frusteration it created, I forced
myself to dress more dignified and restrainedly. In a few weeks my
reputation as the sensible one who rose above silly fashion trends in
favor of comfortable footwear and clothing was restored. I had managed
to divide myself up into two worlds, indulging myself with Lisa at
night, being prim and proper by day.

Though Lisa claimed it took years for the tendons to grow shorter, I'd
swear my calf and hamstrings were shortening from prancing around each
evenings in heels. Just trying to suffer through the flats I used to
love now felt strange and painful. I felt punished for returning to my
boring shoes, and desite wearing them around the halls, I secretly
locked my office door and relaxed my feet into four inch heels every
second I was alone.

Back at work we continued as usual. Lisa was her same dippy bimbo
self. Lisa seemed to be getting on Kristy's nerves more and more
though. I noticed Kristy would pull her aside a lot and chastise her
privately.

There was a weird little energy between Kristy and Lisa. Trudy or I
would hear them whispering in a corner, and later see Lisa's
sniffeling as she came back out. I took guilty delight in Lisa's
admonishment and suffering, remembering what she'd put me through the
night before. However, I couldn't forget the demeaning photos she took
of me, and I wondered if they would come back to haunt me.

The more Lisa screwed up at work, the more justified we all felt in
being meaner to her.

Though high heels, especially Lisa's, were now fast becoming the focus
of my life, my feeling for Lisa were now pretty serious. Like falling
head over heels serious! Despite the weird sick eveing we'd had, I was
sure! I'm not sure she knew it, but I did. All this teasing all week
we did at work was driving me over the edge.

It was Love.

I mean, who was she kidding with this 'boyfriend' crap? If she was so
fucking in love with this creep,what's she doing teasing, flirting and
messing around with me in MY bathroom, while almost dry humping my
feet and coming on my bathroom floor and making me stand on display in
her own sexy little high heel size seven and a half shoes, for God's
sake???

Nonetheless, Lisa and I cooled it for a while, as I suffered silently,
only getting my connection from her during nightly phone calls.

I knew darned good and well who she was lavishing her attention on,
instead of me, over the last few days.  Fucking prick! I couldn't deal
with the fear Lisa would leave me all together,

So I refocused on what I COULD control...  

Shoes, shoes, shoes!!!! 

Lisa sugested a totally cool pair of glittery polka dot velvet
platform 'slip-ons' that I was wearing around the house.  I was
ashamed of them because they were size nines and I felt fat wearing
them, but Lisa would whisper into the phone each evening that at least
they were six-inch  heels, and this would streach my tendons tight, so
four-inch heels eventually would be a breeze.

With Lisa's nightly encourgment, I'd was also now wearing four-inch
heels seceretly behind my locked office door, switching to my new
six-inch slip-ons when back at home. I didn't dare risk Kristy or
Trudy seeing me in four-inch heels at work, so I'd change into a pair
of flats whenever I had to step outside my office, which was dozens of
times a day and a total pain in the butt, but something I just
accepted as nessesary! I'm not sure why, but four inch heels seem to
relieve the pressure inside, allowing me to regress.

Plus Lisa had cooed into the phone that I needed to learn better
balance on these stiletto towers of pain! I don't know why, but I
spent every evening that week in six-inch high heel shoes, doing
laundry, cooking, watching TV, standing up like an idiot all by
myself, as Lisa had requested.  There was no way I'd wear such stuff
to work.  What was I training for?

Then, as if that were possible, things got weirder between  me and
Lisa.

Sometimes Lisa would spot check me in my heels, calling at random
hours to make sure I wasn't cheating.  We'd talk for  hours during the
evenings, unlike our brief little chats at work, teasing each other
with steamy talk of shoes and what I was wearing and how much she
approved of my progress.

But tonight I was in for more suprises.   

" We'd better wrap this up tonight Jenny, Joe's coming over." 

" You're kidding. To your house? Lisa...how could you? "

" You're just lonely. Once *you* find a man, you'll see how silly this
stuff we do really is... "

" Silly? SILLY??? How do you think your fucking boyfriend would like
it if he knew we were making love together in my bathroom? Huh??  "

" JENNIFER!!! We did not.You played with yourself in front of me,
which was kinda embarrassing, that's all, but
I forgive you.  Is that what you meant?"  Lisa asked, truly sounding
stupified.

" Either you're the queen of denial, or you're the stupidest thing on
the planet!!! Okay, fine. So...*you* never masturbated with me in my
bathroom that night with me, is that your story?"

"This is tooo weird. Why are you being so poopy? You played with
yourself in front of me 'cause your sad,  overweight, lonely and
single. I took pity and let you play dress up in my high heels, took
your picture to cheer you up, then went home. Period. Anyway that's
all I remember."

" Your fucking serious aren't you? Jesus...Okay? If you're so cocky,
how'd you think your stupid boyfriend would like knowing what we did,
huh? " I blurted out.

" Joe wouldn't care! He's a guy, remember? Guys think two girls
together are...sexy! He'd get hard, believe me! "

" Don't make me puke. If you really loved me, you'd face the fact
we're more than just 'friends'...Lisa honey...I totally love-"

" Jenny, your so silly! Stop making me laugh, okay?"

" How do I know this creep's even real? I never see him. Maybe it's
just an excuse. You never see me in person anymore. It's always just
'phone' games. Are you avoiding-"

" Jenny, your all most as dumb as Trudy, I swear! Don't worry, Just
cause I saving my sweet li'l pussy for Joe doesn't mean we can't still
be girlfriends. Look, I promise to help you totally ruin your little
toosies in all sorts of sexy little heels, okay? Oops, he's here...
- Gotta run!"

Click.



_______



I could no longer stand by and watch Lisa do this to me. Then I
realized -- it was so simple. So pure. Work was Lisa's vulnerable
side, where she was sugestable. Maybe it was a game, but I truly think
Lisa had troble remembering during the day what we'd did those nights
together. I grabed a piece of paper and joted down this note:

" Try heels one size two small, Bra one size smaller, and when you
hear Jenny say:  'I love you', you'll realize how empty your feelings
for Joe really are, and surrender yourself compleately to jenny's
loyal and unending love. Jenny is the one. "

Corny as hell, but I was desperate. I HAD to let her know how serious
I was. When I saw the note disapear from her desk, I knew she'd read
it. But would it sink in? On any level? I could wait to get her alone
and test it.

I felt like a jealous teenager whose girlfriend was dating the
football jock. My life was coming apart at work and home, and my legs
and feet were coming apart as well, all because I couldn't stop my
sick little high heel fixation!  I was addicted to Lisa, to silly
shoes, to blowing off work, and addiction to watching myself slid into
embarrassing situations where my stupidity at work kept surfacing.

Like when one of our interns came walking into my office ahile I was
playing with my self under my desk, with an account.
 
" Stacy, is that the brock file? I'd better check that out. " I said
waving her over. The pretty girl her head into my office as my fingers
paused inside my labia.

" Gee Jennifer, Don't you want Trudy to go over it first?" She asked. 

" Yeah, but then bring it back to me. *I've* got to check the numbers
before it goes out. Trudy just proofs it. "

" Oh...I guess I misunderstood. Trudy ordered me not to have anyone mess
with it after she "fixed" it. " She said as  Ieased off my high heel
and snuck it up to my pussy.

" Stacy, Trudy a secretary. You work under her, she works under me. I
don't mean to be a rude, but this is *my* account. " I athoritatively
said, while my fingers played my heel carefully into my moist waiting
labia.

" I'm sorry jennifer. Don't get pissed...but I asked Lisa what to do,
and 'she' said she didn't know and to go ask Trudy, so then I asked
Trudy, but 'she' got pissed I asked Lisa before her, but I said: " but
I thought Lisa was an account manager and you're her secretary?", and
Trudy got even more pissed and said her job was to fix your and Lisa's
mistakes. Trudy ordered me *not* to go to you.....

" Excuse me? Trudy actually asked you to go around my back?"  My back
arched, now truly embarrassed as I wrapped my heel in my blouse shirt
tails so it was softer, and quiclly played the pointy soft heel across
my clit with a quickening rythem.

" Well....not around it, I mean....Trudy told me not to bother you and
said to go *directly* Kristy, and Kristy said Trudy was right, that
your plate was full and your time was too important to wasts on
detales, and a few days later I caught all three of them around the
water cooler together, and they agreed that our best bet to make sure
the account goes out 'fixed' was either through Trudy now." Stacy said
obliviously.

" But don't I get to even see it? " I whinned like a child as I fucked
my clit with the high heel, trying not to betray my motion to the
pretty intern before me.

" Last word was, Kristy said: if jenny thinks she can look it over
without....well....'weakening it further', then fine. " Stacy said as her
eyes showed my drop in status. She'd never look at me the same again,
and I was second from coming at the thought.

I peered down at the sexy four inch black pumps digging into my tied
feet as close to tears as I could get. God the humiliation had me on
fire as I fucked my own high heel like a tramp! This was worse than
them taking my acount away, being forced to admit I'm not only
useless, but cause choas.

" So, jennifer do you want to see with it?" Stacy asked. 

" No..... Stacy, I'll just 'fuck it up anyways', right? "  I said bitchy
tone as I brought myself off angrily.

" It's okay jennifer. Don't be sad."  She tried lamely. Great, pity
from an intren.

" Stacy,just close the door please. ...and Stacy?" I said so fuckig
close now...

" Yeah?" She said a bit impatently. 

" Call me 'jenny' from now on?" I burned brightly. 

"Sure, okay....jenny." She said, smirking as she closed my door,
allowing me to buck shake and explode my dripping insides agaist my
own high heel in privacey. The more I witness my own humiliate in
others eyes, the harder I came!

It was stuff like this that made me realize what a joke my dressing up
prim and proper and in flats was. No matter how much I'd walk down the
halls in flats, the bright gaudy high heels I snek my feet into below
my desk always gave me away! I couldn't begin to understand why I was
not only drawn to, but savored such nightmarish humiliations like
this. It seemed to go hand in hand with the aching pain in of my
secret heel obsessions.

It took a while for my foot to heal after that last round, and I
sweated bullets that Kristy and the other girls in the office
would wonder why I was wearing socks, or discover my new
ugly scars.  What had Lisa gotten me into??? I'd break into fresh
tears when I looked down in the shower or dressed each morning.

But I couldn't stop the strange daydreams and fantasies. 

The more I thought about how I kept hurting myself, and how willing I
was to abuse my own feet for vanity's sake, the more aroused I became.
I couldn't stop the urge to race home and see if I could squeeze into
Lisa's heels again, without the water.

Somewhere inside, through all this, I knew the truth. I knew why I was
wearing the six-inch trainers each  evening, and so did Lisa. She knew
it the minute we masturbated on my bathroom together. I didn't get off
on just wearing high heels, I got off on Lisa's approval/disapproval.
What scared me was...

I got off on the pain. 

After my first two nights with Lisa I ached in shame over how silly
and childish my thinking became. I swore to myself "never again",
which insured I'd be back masturbating in my high heels by that very
next night! Would I ever learn? Would I wake up before it was too
late?


And when would Lisa touch me that way again?


__________



Kristy was on her high horse again.

"Okay Jennifer - what *is* the deal with high heels? I have never
understood why any woman with half a brain would willingly deform her
feet and ruin her back just because someone decided that high heels
were sexy."

"But ths stupid part is: they *are* sexy. You know why
they're  sexy? Because the heels keep putting 
us...literally...on our toes." Kristy stood up to
demonstrate, arching on her toes. 

"They force our chest and butt to jut out, just like a
little monkey in heat," Kristy said, catching herself, 
dropping back off her toes a little self-conciously. 

" Now, okay, I'll admit, that's a little sexy. But why
is that sexy?" she asked me. "And we all know that women
who wear high heels are dumb bimbos.  Look at Lisa clattering
around on those stilts.  Look how her job performance has gone 
downhill.  I can't believe how she totally flaked on that
contract.  Lisa lost what little credibilty she
had going with me when you told me that!" Kristy said with
a frown. 

" Well, some of that was my fault..."  I tried half
heartedly. 

" Don't defend her Jennifer. Lisa's either doesn't
care about work, or is deliberatly fucking up. Or
she's just buying too many high heels!" 

" Okay. I'll admit she's been slipping lately. In
fact, I've been covering for her. And not just on the
Stevens contract. " 

" You *have*?" Kristy frowned. 

" Had to. I mean, it's either cover for her or
lose accounts and clients! Poor kid just seems to need
extra attention. " 

" Kristy, you can't do her work for her. Besides It's
not your job. " 

" Oh I'm not doing it all myself.  I asked Trudy in
reception to type and file some of Lisa's stuff. " 

" Trudy? That's not in her job description. She
actually agreed?"  Kristy was clearly astonished.

" Hey, have you seen her heels? She's not far behind
Lisa these days!" We both giggled, as her eyes went
wide. 

"So you *do* admit think there's something to it!  High-heeled 
girls being bimbos?"
Kristy breathed excitedly.

" Okay, I'm not saying there IS - but as long as some
girls around here insist on acting like lower
functioning little office bimbos, why shouldn't us lower heeled
gals put them to good use, right?" 

I was unbelieveably aroused by how Kristy and I were
talking about Lisa behind her back. I knew this was
low of me to sell Lisa out, but was pissed at her for hurting
me. I had to do something. And besides, Lisa was
getting more and more stupid around the office.

And I was getting sucked down with her. 
My work had gone into the toilet, and I had Trudy
secretly doing both my and Lisa's work on the side. 
I sweated bullets though that Kristy would eventually find out. 

Kristy and I watched as Lisa comically bumped into Trudy
in the hall, sending envelopes flying all over as the
two fell into giggles like two vapid little airheads!
Trudy was less of an air head than Lisa, but she showed her 
true nature when she wore anything over four inches,
like today. Thank god she took her shoes off when she
did our work! I was grateful to get my flats back from her
as I watched her sink back into her typical
secretarial stupidity. 

I watched, breathlessly standing next to Kristy as I
secretly licked my lips, taking in the sight of the
two chattering girls. 

" Those two!" Kristy winked at me, dismissively
crushing her paper cup as she troded back to her
office, leaving my throat dry. 

I couldn't tell Kristy the ugly truth, about Trudy
covering for us, or how I was daily masturbating while
wearing Lisa's heels secretly in my office, or that
Lisa and I now had desended to mutual masturbation 
sessions over the phone together, or how I was tempted
to purches these silly fuschia burgundy five-inch 
high heels Lisa sugested I masturbate in this weekend.
Lisa had them all picked out.

As I continued watching Lisa and Trudy pick up papers,
I enjoyed how much less in control Lisa became at 
work. That and the tight clothing she insisted on
stuffing herself into. Between the heels and the
clothes, Lisa really knew how to milk suffering for kicks! 

Lisa, our stupid little office tart. 

I was sure some part of Lisa was embarrassed and angry
over her embarrassing low performance at work. 
It must have killed her, watching
herself becoming such a dity little fashion idiot,
gushing over high heels the way most
girls worship movie stars, but too stupid to understand why. 

Lisa was slipping fast, and I couldn't resist savoring it. 

I burned with anger when Lisa told me Joe was busy
and asked if I wanted to get together with her for some
more 'high heel lessons'. 

" So, I'm like second choice? Thanks a bunch," I
sulked. 

" Jenny. Pouty little Jenny. You're cute when you pout,
did you know that?" she mocked me over the phone. She 
never do this at work. 

" Lisa...I don't want to get together, unless this is
going somewhere" I said trying to sound mature. 

" What going...where...huh?" she asked dumbly. 

"Our relationship, Lisa!!!" I sighed,
totally pissed off. 

" Oh, that. Your such a little drama queen aren't you?
Now be a good girl and see me tonight at 9:00. Jenny,
Joe may have my heart, boobs and pussy, but'll always have
the dirty soles, you lucky girl!" Lisa giggled hysterically. 

I couldn't help but join her laughter, 
despite not thinking it was funny at all.  

" Like, duuuhhhhhh! See you tonight!" I hung up,
pissed at myself for falling into my 'four inch heel'
bimbo-speak. 

I was changing into two Jennifers.

My mind could still think on this complex level, and I
could fake my way around Kristy still, but it took
lots of energy. I was exhausted whenever I did, and I found myself
more and more comfy lapsing into Lisa and Trudy's,
like, younger way of talking! It felt more real, but it
scared me. I kept reaching back for my prim proper self,
the old Jennifer, but she was getting harder to find.
I couldn't even think as one person anymore.  I feared the part of
myself that was regressing into stupidity.  This part was perfectly 
willing to waste her whole life as Lisa's plaything.  It 
was a part of myself I had to destroy! 

The first step was breaking her denial. I'd blown it when we met
the last time, but never again! I decided to
confront Lisa about our relationship as soon as she
walked in the door that night, or die trying!


_____


That night Lisa showed up ay my door for our 'date',
but with no shoes. 

She had a present wrapped and some wallpaper and
frilly window shades. It took two trips to bring
everything inside my living room.

" Honestly Lisa, what's all this?" 

" You'll see..." she cooed. 

I couldn't believe how much Lisa and I changed roles
once at my house.  My will slipped away and I regressed to
a tittering bimbo around her.  We became a 
couple of giggling teens. 

Lisa threw out all my old shoes. I just stood there and 
watched while she did it. 

" What are you wearing that for?" she asked, somewhat
offended.  I looked down at my blouse and jeans dumbly. 
Minutes later I was nude, except for a pair of size
eight high heel sling backs Lisa had picked out for
me. They were bright pink, with three cute little ankle straps.
I just adored them, and thankfully, being sling backs,
the 
straps only cut into the top part of my heel, sparing
the tired scabs on my lower heel. 

My feet and toes were deliciously cramped though, and
despite my habit of prancing around in six inch heels 
each evening, these five inchers definitely forced my 
shortening ankles to stay perched at attention. 

I felt totally self concious while she was in her work
clothes and I waltzed around in the nude,
but she acted like nothing was weird, so I follwed suit. 

" So, what's next?"  I asked Lisa as she got to work
unwrapping. 

" Your going to re-decorate your bathroom, silly. Since
you like spending so much time in there, that will be
our 'special' room. You have another bathroom, so you are
never to poo poo or pee pee in this one again. This
one's now just for when I come over and we play around like
this, understand?" Lisa asked very seriously.   

I noded solemly, as if we were discussing NASA rocket
science or something. 

Lisa had me choose my favorite of four different types
of wallpaper. I chose a medium-colored blue because
I knew how primary colors can overwhelm a room. Of the 
samples she brought, my least favorite was a tacky white 
polka dot pattern against garish fluoresent pink. 

So guess what my bathroom looks like now? 

Lisa's face lit up upon seeing my face fall. I was 
stunned to find myself down on my knees, naked, 
helping her cover my bathroom in ugly pink with white polka
dots. When we fishished, it looked so gaudy and cheap
that I wanted to rip it down. 

" Do you like it?" She asked, eyes sparkling. 

" Not really."  I said flatly. 

"I think you should say you like it. I bought you this
nice gift and you're being a rude spolied little office 
manager!"  Lisa pouted. 

" Okay, I'll *say* I like it, if that's what you
really want." I said bitchily. 

Lisa folded her arms, frowning. 

" Say it better. Cooooome ooooonnn!"  She stomped
impatiently. 

" Lisa, are you staying over tonight?"  I asked
boldly. 

"Huh? Why would I do that?" She asked an edge in her
voice. 

" Well, since you-know-who's not around, and this
is our special room, maybe we should get some
mattresses for it, right? I mean...you know..."   

" What are you trying to say?" Lisa frowned at me. 

" Friends don't masturbate. We are now on 'lovers'
teritory, even if you're afraid to face it. By asking
to come 
over, you're saying you want more. More of me. More
love games between us. This whole 'boyfriend' crap is 
bullshit! We can't spend out whole lives pretending to
be innocent teenagers having slumber parties!" 

"The wallpaper. Say 'thank you'," Lisa growled. 

I stared down with shaking hands at her cold tone. My
heart was breaking into a million pieces, and she
couldn't care less. 

" Thanks. I'm really pleased you'd buy me this--pretty
pink wallpaper Lisa."  I was sobbing. 

" You're welcome, silly!" Lisa kissed one of my tears away. 

After we hung some purple frilly drapes, the place
made Las Vagas look classy.  I wanted to throw up. I
now hated my own bathroom. I loathed prancing
around naked in these high heels, but mostly I hated
Lisa not giving a shit about my feelings. But I
gritted my teeth and smiled my good little worker
smile, figuring any Lisa was better than no Lisa at all, and
we finished our special room off with various cute
little decorations and such. Little feminine frills and lacey
knicknacks. It did look nice and feminine. 

Then Lisa reached down and pulled out a nine inch
long, slightly curved piece of metal. It was big, ugly
and two inches thick, mounted to a bracket with four screw holes 
at the base. Somehow it reminded me of 
a..well, never mind! 

" What the heck is that?" I said, eyes going wide.

"A family tradition.  Momma called it my little 'Mr. Perkey.'  You'll
see." She giggled, her eyes burning brightly at the phallic piece of
metal.

Lisa then handed me some screws and a screw driver as
she held the ugly thing about half way up the wall. 

" Well don't look at me! Get to work, princess!" 

I sunk to my knees and started the chore of
hand screwing 'Mr. Perky' to the wall. At first
I worried it could be used as sort of sexual toy,
but since she held as high as her own belly button,
my vagina would obviously never reach that high! I wasn't
sure what she had in mind, but it sure looked crude
and out of place in my otherwise feminine, though gaudy,
looking room! 

" It's not gonna *stay* here, is it? " I winced. 

" Oh course, silly! Mr. Perky really helps high heel
training. Don't worry, you'll see--what's next?" 

I stared at the huge ugly penis, I mean, piece of
metal, it was hard not to think of a penis, jutting up
rudely from my polka dotted bathroom wall.
Lisa reached around and grabbed something else.  

I winced as Lisa suddenly handed me the present she'd
wrapped up - but when I opened it I was totally 
surprised.

It was a pretty, large, lacy covered photo album full
of photos. The first half were photos Lisa had snapped
with her digital camera at work. Nice warm pictures of
me, Kristy, Lisa, Trudy, and the whole gang at work 
during special times and during Christmas parties. I
was almost forgetting my shame and feeling moved to 
tears over how touching it all looked. 

Then I came to the second half. 

As I tried not to look, I felt Lisa's hand over my own
as she guided it to my own vagina, as she made me
finish looking at the rest of the photo album.  My finger
shook as I turned page after page of the shots she'd taken
of my face, fingers and breasts while masturbating in my
tub the other day, and of me posing for her in the most humiliating
way! Also lots of ugly close ups of my sore heel and 
damaged toes, with with cute little hand written sides
by each photo like: 

" Jenny's loses her virginity to pump bumps" Or 
" Jenny's toes are cute when their purple". 

The cuter and cheerier the comments, the more sickened I
was. Lisa's hand, resting on mine, quickened 
the motion between my legs. Soon it was too much, and
I found both of us riding ourselves into a frenzy of 
shame savoring my little photo album. 

Lisa reached over and grabbed a pair of her
favorite platfomed mules which she quickly slid on. 

"Lie down here with me.." I huskily whispered. 

" The floor's okay for you moo-girl, but it's too
dirty for me. I have a boyfriend, remember? Just stay
down there you where you belong," Lisa said, perching
on my toilet seat, frowning down on me as she
started to play with herself while I lay on the foor at her
feet. 

" Well, are you gonna be polite and turn your head
away, or just lie there and sneak a peek at a pretty
girl petting herself, huh?" Lisa sneered. 

" Why do you get to look at me and I can't look at
you?" I bitterly asked. 

Lisa paused thoughtfully, reached into her purse and
grabbed some weird impossibly tall looking stilleto type heels with 
multiple shoe laces along the front, and threw them at
my feet on the floor. She also threw half a dozen pink tow pads next
to the high heels. She then anounced:

" These are very special 8 inch ballet heels. the heels is so high,
your toes litterally are on their tips. Have you ever seen them
before?"  She pulled a kitchen timer out and placed it on the counter.

I blinked, nodding no.

"I'll answer your question as why you don't get to
look at me...*if* you can lace yourself up into these
training heels and stand at attention in a respecfully arched
position on your 'Mr. Perky' all within the next three
minutes! " 

"On *that* thing? Did you say ON??? It's too high,
and it could be--" 

"Don't explain, don't complain! Three minutes!" Lisa
repeated.

"Or?"  I dared her. 

" Or I'll walk right out that door and never speak to
you again. " 

" I don't believe you. " I said, deeply hurt. This
game had just gone flat. 

Lisa set the timer! 

I automatically cramed a handful of the toe pads into the heels and
desperately shimmied my tired feet into the weird
tight little ballet heels and started lacing them up
as fast as I could! I glanced at the timer: two minutes thorty
seconds left! Why was I rushing to do this? I wasn't
sure, but Lisa looking down at me with that naughty smirk
made my insides melt.  

"Two minutes. Would you like a little lecture on your
new training shoes? " Lisa grinned down at me, 

"...yes please..." I grimaced, aroused by the
deadline and her arrogant tone. 

" These heels are what my mom used on me and they're,
like, totally PAINFUL! It looks more like a ballet
shoe 'cause the foot's bent in an almost completely
upright position. These have the highest heel
possible!" Lisa taunted, as I squirmed around on the bathroom floor,
finishing the last of the shoe laces on the leather 
monster across my right foot, while she gingerly chirped on:

" This shoe takes, like, total discipline to train your
feet into. First you gotta spent time just getting the
foot used to a hard unforgiving arched position.
And standing in them puts mucho stress on tender
parts of your foot not normally stressed! It wraps them li'l
puppies but good!"  

" Jesus," I said, horrifed, yet transfixed by the idea
as I glanced at the timer. One minute left. Shit,
would she really leave if I didn't make it? Blow our whole eveing
together? I couldn't risk it. 

" Cool, huh?" She grinned as I raced to lace up my left foot 
as well, already feeling some cramps beginning.

" You'll need to practice a lot. I know I did when Mom
forced me into 'em. They also cause your balance to be
all sucky at first! " 

I finished the last shoe lace, my feet now bound in 
the little coffins. 

" So *that's why* your need Mr. Perky." 

" Could you help me up?" I pleaded.

"No. Forty seconds." 

I hoisted myself up with both hands, tottering on
the impossibly high heels, and came face to face with
Mr. Perky.  Even with these heels on, there was no
way I could 'mount' it! I quickly knew what I needed: a step
stool. 

" Lisa, could you hand me that stool under the
counter?" 

" Bending over builds your muscles, silly! That's why
you're doing this! You'll thank me for every painful
moment when we're through--thirty seconds. " 

I hurriedly squatted in the nude at her feet, desperate 
not to keel over as I reached for the stool and placed
it under 'Mr Perky'.  I tried steping up onto the small
stool, positioning myself as much over the phallus as
possible, holding the wall for balance. I was now over it, and
I looked down at my vagina, wondering what the hell I was
doing! Would this thing tear me up? Had Lisa even
considered that? Maybe she was fibbing about using this thing. 

" Ten seconds, Miss Day Dreamer! " Lisa laughed.

I screwed up my courage, and sunk my vagina down onto the cold metal
'hook'.  I wished I had more lubrication, but I never did flow
that much anyway. It did slide in somewhat, if
a little painfully at first. I looked down in tears to
see the huge metal penis impaled half way inside me. 

"It looks like your hooked now, huh? " Lisa
busted up as she looked me, literally hanging 
up by my tired little puss! I sunk down a little
further, coming a few inches deeper onto Mr. Perkey. 

The pain was less, but mostly because I rested my
weight on my toes, which were now killing me! 

Lisa stood up and clapped, and I felt like a
proforming animal again, only this time I was, like,
really proud.

Then I felt Lisa kick the stool out from under me! 

"Ooooch!!!! " I howled, tears flowing from the shock
as the full weight of me sunk completely onto 'Mr.
Perky'.  I knew in an instant why he was so aptly named, as
my feet went right to work, arching  sexily on my
tiptoes, desperate to lift most of my weight onto them,
and off my pelvis and vagina! 

" Please, let me down," I begged tearfully, mincing
around in the painful little high heels.

" I don't want you to be such a wuss, Jen. If we didn't place your
'Mr. Perky' so high, you'd never stretch your little
feeties to their maximum now, would you? Shift yourself from one
tippy toe heel to the other, okay?" 

I tried, but my feet wouldn't touch the ground except for the
tips of my toes, which were getting numb! My toes grew so tired
that I shifted the full weight of my pussy onto 'Mr. Perky'.
My heels waved comically in the air, desperate
for contact with the tile floor. 

Lisa started laughing at the sight of my toes making
little circles in the air, and so did I, somewhat
hysterically. "Jenny, your so funny! Why don't you thank Mr. Perky
for making you do such silly things?"

" Thank you Mr. Perky--for causing my feet to prance
around looking all silly and stuff...and and helping
make Lisa laugh!" I said, through a building orgasm and
more tears. I couldn't help it, but the humiliation, 
plus the stimulation against my clirtoris, was
sending little waves into my body. I finally was able
to get my toes back under me, easing my impalement,
but the pain in my feet was mind numbing! 

" I can't...can't get my feet..."   

" Oh, okay. I'll help. But Momma never was this easy
on me! " Lisa sighed, reached over, and placed
her arms under my shoulders, lifting my weight up, and
pulling my pussy a few inches higher off the jutting
cock which I was stuck on. 

I expected to scream like nuts, but I was stunned by
the absence of pain. In fact, my pussy became quite
relaxed as I arched a fraction of an inch higher.  I sighed
with relief, grateful that the pain could be lessened--but
then I got a charley horse in my left foot.  I suffered 
as best i could, trying to look as 
sexy as possible, wanting to make Lisa proud. My left
foot was driving me insane.

"My foot has a charley horse," I whispered. 

Lisa suddenly grabbed a rubber glove, which she placed
on her right hand, and calmly inserted a finger into
my pussy, looking impatient as she felt around the base
of the metal inside me. She then made her way around
to my clit and started to diddle it, back and forth. I
couldn't believe what she was doing, while I was speared
against the wall. I'd dreamed of intimate moments with her,
but not here, not like this! 

But as much as my feet ached, my pussy responded to
Lisa's deft touch, and I was now lubing up Mr. Perky
so much that I was now dribbling my fluids down it!  "Stay on
your toes, office girl!" Lisa smiled, as I arched on my
tippy toes like a living barbie doll held in place my
the hard metal perky little reminder.

Lisa pulled the glove from my pussy and peeled it off
in disgust, throwing it in the garbage bin in the 
corner. 

"Thank you,thank you...God bless you," I said so
desperately happy Lisa had pleased me.

" See, the thing is, you don't want a stretchy pussy.
You've probably already *got* one of those, right?
If you want the pain in your puss to stop,  
then you've gotta stay on the TIPS in your special
little ballerina shoes! " 

"But what happens when I try to stand here?"

" I dunno...Guess we'll find out, huh? Guess you earned
an answer to your silly little question: Why do I get
to look at you when you do embarrasing stuff, and you
don't get to look at me?" Lisa smiled warmly at me as
she replied.  "Number one: Because I'm not 'looking' at you,
I'm 'overseeing your progress', while your just a weird little naked
lesbian who likes to peep at me and hump metal pipes!" 

I blinked, surprised at her words.  We both 
played with ourselves as she continued.

" Number two:  Because I'm doing you a favor by
helping you fix up our special little 'secret room'
and helping you with all this high heel advice!And 
number three?  Because I'm pretty and your not.
Now turn your face to the side, away from me. "
I did so, looking away as she sat on my
toilet. I couldn't believe her how turned on I was
getting at her cruelty to me! 

" I hate you! " I whinned chidlishly. 

" You wanna get off Mr. Perky? I can lift you off
right now, and you'll never have the kind of pain and
foot damage real woman who wear heels know. I see you're
fingering yourself--should I take that as a 'no?"  She
laughed playfully. 

" I still hate you."  I pouted, hating that I hadn't
even noticed I'd started fingering myself! I
tried to turn my head and look at Lisa, who surely must be
playing with herself too. 

" Jennifer - Turn your head away this instant! " She
scolded with a slap to my thigh with her shoe. I
quickly turned my burning face to the wall. It
was humiliating. 

Click. It was the sound of her camera.

" Arch your boobies up ,okay? " Lisa asked as I felt
my eyes well up again, thrusting my breasts as high as
they'd go, mildly humping Mr. Perky and mincing around,
my feet now entirely numb.  I felt more of my sweet stuff 
dripping down Mr. Perky and trailing down the wall. 

Click. Click.

" This is our special little nest now. Be a good girl
and tell Miss Lisa how *much* you like your new photo 
album and secret little room, okay? Can my little
Jenny do that? "  I looked away as I was supposed to, 
secretly imagine Lisa's hand speeding
across her white undies. I loved turning her on like this! 
The worse I felt, the hotter she was getting! 

" I like my special photo album and new wallpaper very
much, Miss Lisa,"  I regurgitated with a little
whimper.  I poured my anger into masturbating faster and harder, 
my nose pressed against the cold dirty wallpaper.

'Your thighs kinda jiggle, don't they? I should
take you to my gym! All that weight's gotta be
placing, like, totally awesome strain on your toes right 
now, huh?" Lisa laughed. 

" Why are you being so mean?  Lisa,please," I
whispered. 

" Because...I dunno...you *want* me too, right? This
is all your idea, dumbo. Don't you want to wear higher 
heels like all the 'hip' girls around the office, even
if it, especially if, it screws up your own feet? " 

"...yes..." I said in a small voice.  

Soon the room was quiet except for the echoes of
our breath as we kept stroking ourselves in the cold bathroom.  

" You're embarrassing me with all your breathing! Say
something, you dumb dyke! Talk to me!" 

" I'm not a *dyke*, okay? Now please, can't we just go
to my bedroom?"  I whimpered while I fingered myself 
keeping my face away from hers and staring at
pictures of my own disfigured feet in the
photo album laying on the floor! 

" Lisa....are you wearing shoes that are too tight? "  I asked pointedly
as she nodded.

" Does your bra feel a too little snug?" I tried again as she nodded
totally aroused. This was it. It all came down to seeing if my note
suck in. I just had to deliver the ' who do you choose?'  prompt, and
if there was any love in her heart for me, I'd show. But, even though
I had the words allready rehearsed, these words came tumbeling out
instead:

" Lisa....I'm sorry about all this lesbian stuff. I now see how dumb it
is  me to compete with Joe. Don't give a second thought to this silly
stuff we do together. I'm just greatful for any time you spend on this
silly dumb dyke. "

I was dumbfounded the words had come from me, and though none of it
ringed true, my compleate rebuttle of my true feelings made me totally
fucking furious with myself!!!

She looked over at me blankly for a second. Then smiled, jumping over
to me as she hugged me warmly. " Oh, jenny, I'm so glad to hear you
feel like this! Now we can be best friends and everything! I even
share the silly stuff we to together with Joe when he's fucking me,
and - "

" Wait.... y-you tell him about what we do? " I said in shock. And the
boiling anger in me was about to blow. I couldn't believe she'd betray
us this way! Lisa smothered me with kisses on my face as she
continued, shocking, arousing, and further angering me that me weird
renouncment of our relationship would make her feel this close to me.

"Lisa, that was private - between us - you shared something that
intimate with..... HIM ?"  I said, hurt tears coming now.

"SURE silly! even though your not his type, telling Joe you like to
have me watch you...'do yourself' in your bathroom still made him hard
enough to come on my face! I was so proud, I licked it up like honey.
We could never be *that* close jenny. I even told Joe how watching you
play with yourself warm up for him, and how I imagine him you when
your in my arms..." Lisa excitedly chirpped.

 When I hear this I totally lost it, screamed into her face.

"YOU STUPID MOTHER-FUCKING CUNT - GET OUT OF MY GOD DAMNED HOUSE AND
GO JACK OFF WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND, YOU FUCKING CLOSET DYKE!!!"

Then I spit in her face. 

Lisa sat there in silence. I froze, knowing
I'd blown it, almost wetting myself as I stood there, 
trembling before her like a little kid.  Lisa slowly
reached up and wiped my saliva from her face she
stared coldly at me.

" Okay, you ASKED for it - " Lisa's voice quaked as
she got up and headed for me. 



_________


The next day I tried to get work done, but my mind was pure pudding
after the last night.  I felt, like, all giddy after Lisa's punishment
and stuff.  I tried to think in larger words, but I was always dim
witted after those heels of hers. I couldn't believe how excited I got
after our fight when she spanked me on the rump, then, removed her own
high heel and butt fucked me with it!

It's kinda weird sitting here at work, feeling the broken five inch
heel still shoved up my butt, but she *did* say I deserved it, for
being so naughty.

There's shiny duct tape around my butt holding her high heel deep
inside my bottom. It's reeeeeaaaaly humiliating talked to Trudy or
Kristy, knowing what I have under my skift. I couldn't believe Lisa
lectured me last night about having to keep it inside me all day today
at work.


It hurt like heck to sit down after her spanking, and I snuck a pillow
to work. I thought Lisa would take the pillow away, but
she didn't. She asked why I had it. Doesn't she rememner? She was all
mousy at work, and our night together are starting to seem more and
more dream sureal to me too.

Oh, yeah, was had a poopy fight.  

I remember getting real pissed about something, but what I said about
us finger "fucking ourselves together just being just silly nonsence"
makes more sence today. Were thoughs my words?  I think I didn't say
it *that* crudely, but I can't remember now. I was sad to think Lisa
doesn't love me as much as I love her. Part of me, deep inside is
screaming and crying over somhow feeling like I've losing her forever,

...and another part on the surface is just cheerily sitting here,
happily fingering with myself as I grind Lisa's heel deeper and deeper
into my sore little butt. It makes me peeved I'd be so shallow, but
I'm too horny right now for anything else.

 Oh, I remember whyI was pissed. 

Something about my feelings me all poopy and hurt when she fucked Joe
and made fun of us in bed together. Something like that...Come to think
of it, that was kinda mean. Didn't Lisa see that? Maybe she was just
excited about pleaseing Joe, and wanted me to share in her pride in
making him spurt on her. That was probably it! Yeah. My feet were all
purple and stuff. Lisa said that if I went to a doctor he'd just say
they were bruised and charge me 100 bucks, which she'd do for free! We
both laughed over that one!

Part of me felt like I shouldn't be thinking this way. Something kinda
snapped last night, and now I'm talking like this. THINKING like this,
Even though it's not....right. Not who I am. I couldn't talk to Kristy
like this today or I'll be, like, totally fired, fer sure!


Lisa called me that night. 

I was so relieved when Lisa remembered stuffing it up
me, because she could then give me permission to take it
out! Whew! I broke down in tears of gratiude. I really
did. Maybe I was just spent from the humiliation
humping my butt on her high heel all day at work. 

Trudy told me she squealed to Kristy about her doing my work, but I
didn't even have the sence to be worried.

I hate Lisa's being so...stupid at work. How could she be so mean and
not care at night, then be so oblivious nest day?

Oblivious. Hmmm.. That's a 'big' word. I'm proud I thought of that
one! See, I AM getting better. Smarter. Smarter wont get me Lisa
though. At this point, what will? Why does Lisa insist on just prances
around, kissing everyone's ass and humiliating herself? It's
disgusting.

I hate her, and love her, for being the beautiful sexy girl I never
was, and never will be! I could SUCH good take care of her if she'd
let me. I don't want our chance together to desend into finger
fucking. I don't get what possesed me to blow my big chance and say
that weird stuff...



After a brutal episode like Lisa's 'high heel butt fucking' and our
poopy fight, we kept some distance from each other fduring work,
though our nightly calls continued. Long talks on the phone into the
night, while I play with myself, wearing whatever high heel she feeds
me by leaving sugestions on sticky pads here at work.



I couldn't figure out how she REALLY felt about me. Did she love me?
Was it just sex? The heels? The humiliation? I still ached for her in
the worst way, but after my bizarre little speech to her about her
choosing joe over me, I feared any chance at a real relationship was
slipping away with our higher and tighter heels...

A single tear rolled from my cheek and landed on a sticky pad crumpled
up on my office floor. I looked down, picked it up and read it.

" Jenny, tonight tell Lisa: Sorry about lesbo stuff, you won't compete
with Joe and tell her don't worry about to this silly stuff you do
together. Say your just greatful for any time she spends on and use
these words: this silly dumb dyke."

Motherfucker. Someone was feeding me notes! Lisa? Doubtful. She
allready had the upper hand each evening. Trudy? Maybe. Though Trudy
didn't know about us, did she? Kristy? But why would Kristy care if I
back off on Lisa. Well, somebody left it....and somehow, the message
sunk into me and came out my mouth.



that night Lisa called me, and as usual. That night decided not to
wear high heels though. I needed a break from them, so I could think
clearly. I was a friggin' basket case after Lisa burried her heel up
my butt, and though I had a fantastic orgasm, I needed my sences.

I felt like a naughty child for lieing about wearing heels when I
wasn't, and my arousal too over. Soon I confessed my lie to her, which
cause me to masturbated furiously while Lisa insulted me.  Just before
I came,  Lisa made me hold off...

then whispered that Trudy had been listening in on our call. I didn't
believe her, but when I heard Trudy's voice say : "Hello dumbo! " , I
came thunderously as I rubbed myself raw.  Through my bucking and
screaming, I could hear their sweet mocking laugher over the phone.


_____


Lisa showed up at my house one night and stood in the doorway in a
trench coat and heels, shivering.

" Well, aren't you coming in?"  I asked.

" I can't. I just stoped by for a sec. Listen, we've got to talk." She
was nervous. I didn't like this already.

" Yeah?" 

" Listen, I know I'm, well..sometimes kinda mean and stuff. I Know
that, and, well...The thing is..."

" Lisa, just come in and we'll-" 

" No, I can't. Here's the deal.  Jenny, I do care for you. I do, okay?
And I have something major to ask. It's a biggie. I would never ask
this if I wasn't really up against a wall."

" Listen Lisa, whatever your behind in at work, I'll fix, okay?" I
said, wondering how much more Trudy would put up with. The only way I
could get keep the dim little secretary busy doing all my work was to
hand over all my weekly checks to her. I winced over the tiny
'allowence' she'd given me for living expenses, but I since she was
doing ME the favor, I didn't dare complane.

" No, nothing like that. It's Joe."

" Yeah?" I said warily. 

" He's, well, the thing is, Joe want to try certain things, in bed...
" Lisa squirmed uncomfortably.

" Lisa, I really don't need to hear this." 

" Jen, listen. Joe wants me to, well, it's pretty
gross." 

" Then maybe this could just stay between you two love
birds, huh?" 

" He has this fantasy where we get another woman. And he does his
buisness into her, well...her shoes. Then he'd like me to clean
them...with my tongue. See?"

" Jesus Lisa, why are you telling me this?" 

" See, I was thinking, maybe *you* could - " 

"No fucking way!!!! If *you* wannna parade around in some freak show
for your precious boyfriend, fine - but LEAVE ME OUT!!!!" I spat.

" No, not *you* personally." 

"What?". 

" He just doesn't think your...well...all that attractive, that's
all." Lisa minced back and forth at my doorstep in her little heels.
This was the work Lisa, the submssive one. No wonder her boyfriend was
in heaven.

"So I'm too 'ugly' huh? Charming. Thank for sharing Lisa. So, what
about *you* then?"  I snapped.

"Especially not me!  Remember, I told him I wouldn't, couldn't, become
involved. And  Joey respects that. I'd be a whore if I did that, and
he'd never marry a whore! But he still has'needs'. I'm begging here
Jen."  Lisa was on the verge of tears.

" Well, what am I supposed to do?" I snapped.

" You could...well...find another us woman and get HER to lick his
stuff up, huh? From your high heels?  Maybe Kristy?"

" EXCUSE ME???? You think our Kristy would agree to  that shit???
Lisa, go home. The anwser is NO. "

" Jen, you could talk to her. Please do me this ONE favor. I'll never
forget it...Here.." Lisa quickly peeled off her panties from under her
coat and handed them to me.


" What are these for?" I asked, staring the white cotton panties in my
hand, embarrassed by how suddenly aroused I was.

" Just suck on them.  Right now, do it," Lisa ordered, staring
distractedly out to the street, then back to me. I don't know what it
was, maybe Lisa's urgency, or maybe her standing her in my doorway
without any panties over her coat, but something made me weak. I found
myself stuffing sweet little Lisa's dirty panties into my mouth as I
stood there before her, embarrassed and aroused.

" Good bitch! Now step out here a little more," Lisa said, suprising
me with the 'bitch' coment as she led my by my arm further onto my
porch. My face  went crimson as I stmbled out, sucking on Lisa's
panties.

" Okay, good. Joe's in the car.  He just wanted to see if you'd
actually, like, *do* it. He didn't believe me. I told him you would.
Now he knows you're a dumb girl, like me! "

"Litha...I am noh a thumbd thirl," I said, her panties muffling my
point.

"Whatever.  So, why not you flash him your tits now? He promised he
doesn't want to fuck you, he just wants to see if you would do *that*
too.  It might be good for a laugh. Joe likes to laugh. Be a funny
Jenny and make Joe laugh, okay? FOR MEEE???"

I stared in rage at the smug looking man sitting in the car outside my
driveway waving at me. I spit out her panties and threw them on the
ground.

" How DARE you?  The anwser is NO. No to expossing my breasts and no
to pimping for your creepy prick of a  boyfriend !!!"

Lisa then surprised me, dropping her voice and staring into
my eyes with a desperate expression. 

" I can't go back with that answer, Jen!  I can't!" 

Lisa then opened her coat and revealed her upper body, covered with
large black and blue bruises, all across her thighs and tummy. She'd
been beaten. I suddenly wanted  to murder the fucking prick! But that
wouldn't help Lisa.

Only one thing would. 

Mortified to my core, I raised my little blouse up,
flashing my breasts at Lisa's boyfriend as he laughed his ass off
while I waved a cute little 'hello'.


____

Both Lisa and I came to work next day as if nothing happened. Not
Lisa's request, not her bruises, not any of it.

Lisa and I just sailed off as we always did into our imaginary world
of high heels, restrictive clothing, and silly office talk! I knew a
storm was brewing with this whole boyfriend stuff, and felt a bubbling
need to put on heels that would totally ruin what was left of my
quickly eroding intellgence, but I fought the urge desperately!

I was still struggling for how I'd approch Kristy with all this. I'd
have agreed to anything after seeing Lisa's bruises, but damned if I
knew how to talk any woman, much less someone of Kristy's
intelligence, into licking a man's semen from the inside of my dirty
high heels. The very idea made me wretch, but I was panicked over what
else might happen to Lisa if I didn't act fast. Maybe Kristy would
have a plan, a way out. I sure was feeling too stupid to think of an
anwser!

That morning, I swallowed my fear and asked Kristy to lunch. 




End of part 3 


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