Message-ID: <33143asstr$1004332204@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@google.com> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: cowgirl_stupid@yahoo.com (cowgirl) X-Original-Message-ID: <62a64742.0110281849.72bd96c3@posting.google.com> Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 29 Oct 2001 02:49:59 GMT X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: 28 Oct 2001 18:49:59 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} REPOST: Office Pumps1 and 2 (fff/F,Humil,Shoe,Fetish,Reluc,Bimbo,Mc?,Etc,typical cowgirl crap.) Date: Mon, 29 Oct 2001 00:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/33143> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: hecate, gill-bates Sorry for the repost. I'm only doing it because so many people keep bugging for copies of Parts 1 & 2, so here they are together! Thanks to all the people who've liked it and been nice enough to write and tell me! :-) - Jen __________ Office Pumps 1 (of 4) cowgirl (Edited & proofed by Mr. Kevin! Thanks.) A business woman can't stop thinking about a silly article claiming the higher a women heels, the lower her I.Q. score! (fff/F,Humil,Shoe,Fetish,Reluc,Bimbo,Mc?Etc,typical crap.) ________ Excuse me?" I asked, somewhat stunned. Trudy, our receptionist caressing the pages as she read the magazine article aloud. I stood there in my flat Birkenstocks, business suit, and briefcase, arching my brow. " It says, a controversial new report published in the new England Journal Of Orthopedics states: ` Lower IQ scores proved more common in women wearing high heels. The higher the heel, the lower the IQ.' The research, carried out found that the greater a woman's educational attainment, the less likely she was to seek out and purchase high heeled shoes. They also say 93 per cent of all women with more than four years of college education were more likely to purchase low heeled or flat comfortable shoes." I found myself averting my eye site away from Trudy's white platform clogs as I listened with mock resignation. Part of me was irked over the enormous generalizations this article was making. Another wanted to laugh out loud. Just because a woman wants to look nice, she's a ding bat? But mostly I was getting really worked up over the whole thing. For some unexplainable reason, though thoroughly pissed, I was embarrassed over my eagerness to hear more. " ....Educational background appears to play a key role in footwear choices. One of the female researchers who declined to speak on the record said: `I know its unflattering and embarrassing to admit, but it appears cheap women are attracted to cheap shoes. Period. " This last part made me downright furious! Taking a deep, unsteady breath, I stepped back. "...uummm.....may I see that please?" My breath ragged with impotent anger. With a polite little smile, I snatched the article from her fingers as I stormed down the hall. Seconds later I snuck the magazine into the safety of my office, fingers shaking as i poured over each and every word, my lips pursed with white hot anger. I finally tossed it in the trash, totally confused by my own disgust. I don't know why it bothered me so, but I couldn't stop thinking about it! Was it just me or did Trudy's eye's glitter with repudiation? Did she know something? I turned vivd scarlet at the thought, her judging me? I took a composed breath, then exhaled calmly. First of all the whole thing was just plane silly, and secondly, I wore flats, and so did most of the women of my age who work here. Maybe all this 'intelligence' talk simply ignited my own personal fears and secret Skellington. I'd always shamefully hid how spotty my own college education was from my peers, and felt guilty for being naughty and fibbing my way into this cushy sales rep job in the first place. And the most humiliating part was how I'd developed the opinion IQ's were basically crap after I'd placed so fucking low. So that's all it was. Insecurity. Silly fears I couldn't afford to dwell on. I quickly caught up with my fellow office managers, Kristy and Lisa. We three handle many of the same accounts, and though I have the most seniority, I subtly rely on Kristy's help a lot, though I'm not thrilled about it. I've decided relying on someone young enough to be my daughter doesn't have to signify weakness, it's more like ...delegating, right? Kristy also echoes me in her no- nonsense work ethic and conservative tastes in business suits, and flats. Kristy truly hates heels and *zero* patience with the kind of physical damage high heels can cause, and often exchanges a dismayed sigh with me when Lisa comes clicking merrily down the halls! I can't describe how my breath quickens and my pulse races when I watch Kristy get all worked up and ranting stupid about women who wear heels when were go to lunch! It's a little obsessive, but I get suck a weird feeling from listening, I don't know why! Then there's Lisa. Don't get me wrong, I love Lisa dearly. But, well, she brings out the worst in me. I know Kristy would get a bit puzzled by how I silly behave when I'm alone with Lisa. Part of me admires Lisa, and another part... I don't know. Though I can't help becoming giddy when were alone together, thankfully I'll never be the poor blind fashion slave poor little Lisa is. As I explained to Kristy, reason I've always ignored high heels simply because I fear the physical hassles they bring. As I Privately admit to Lisa, yes, they CAN make a woman look a bit sexier. Lisa is clearly the most fashion conscious of us, and regularly sports two and three inch heels. But she's not just a bimbo! She's eager and quite ambitious, and is someone I've personally become quite smitten with. I wish Kristy and I weren't so mean to her sometimes! The thing is, I keep testing Lisa. Competitiveness, I guess. I get the sickest kick out of secretly pouring compliments and egging Lisa into daring to wear much higher heels than anything we'd wear, then watch excitedly as Kristy rips her to shreds behind her back. I'm not sure why I get so excited over sarcastically encouraging Lisa's higher heels, then playing the other side, frowning in disapproval with Kristy about it. It's sick. I guess I'm a little two faced, and I wonder if Lisa is aware of what we say or picks up on it? I'm sure she is. Maybe part of me is jealous of Lisa gets to wear, or competitive for Kristy's approval, but another wanted to punish her in Kristy's eyes. It's not something I fully understand or am I'm proud of, but I can't seem to stop. I thought the IQ article might be worth a laugh around the morning water cooler where we three usually met, but for some reason, I didn't bring it up. A wicked hope flashed through me of the whole subject would mortify Lisa by implying she was a bimbo, what with her three inch heels today. I knew it really wouldn't, but just imagining Kristy looking superior, poor little Lisa ineptly squirming in humiliation in her high heels - the Idea was doing really causing me to respond! I swallowed dryly, leering down at Lisa's tree inch platform sandals while desperately maintaining the safety of Kristy's (and my) boring flats. I tried not getting a sick pleasure, dying to know if there was any truth to the article. Then I became appalled at myself for even entertaining such cruel notion. What's the matter with me? What did it matter how much education they had? What did their choice in footwear matter? These two girls were my friends, for goodness sake! What kind of friend was I? I decided I need to do something nice for a change. " Hey, why don't you two come over to my pool for a swim after work today. Just us three. It'll be fun, huh?" I winked at them both. " Sounds great. But my suits at home. " Lisa frowned. " No prob. I have extras. Kristy? " I asked. " Wish I could guys, but I gotta stay late. The Brockwell report. Don't worry, I've got it covered. You two have fun and I'll take a rain check, okay?" Kristy smiled and waved us good bye as Lisa and I left work for the day. _______ Lisa provided pretty mindless company chattering on about shoes, clothes, and such, but it was relaxing. As she prattle on, I was amazed how she even managed her way anything past a Mcjob. But I held my tongue and wasn't tempted to jump in and indulge with her! I'd had it with my sick undermining of her and I was glad to have her over, even after the embarrassment of my suit being a little too big for her (ouch)! We had dinner afterwards, then she scampered back home, leaving me feeling a little better about my competitiveness with her at work. The next morning I realized that Lisa had accidentally left her high heels at my pool last night. I remembered her giggle as I ran my fingers over the smooth velvet little fuchsia orange two inch heels. They felt so smooth to the touch. Reluctantly, I threw them into a bag and brought them to work for her. I'm not sure why, but I kept putting off returning Lisa's shoes. I was a little distracted by them all morning. Nothing weird, but I just was so impressed with how cute they were. They were also a size seven. I used to be around that size! God she had cute feet. Later that day, I went to lunch with Kristy and I found us going to work making fun of Lisa, as usual. But I had my mind on other things today. Still curious, I steered the conversation towards her education. I found out that she attended four years of college, unlike my two, AND she had an IQ of... one hundred and forty eight! Jesus...that high? She wasn't bragging. She even politely laughed off the whole IQ issue. I noticed, though, that she didn't ask mine. I realized my silence must have betrayed the obvious - mine wasn't as high as hers. Fuck, practically everybody in the office was smarter than me! I suddenly felt like shit. No wonder I had been here so long and seemed to be going nowhere! I soon found myself admiring Kristy's shoes. How much of a different animal they were than Lisa's tacky little numbers orange numbers back in my office. Kristy's shoes were further proof, right? I became embarrassed I'd chosen wearing one inch heels today. It was an impulse, this morning, after Lisa had come over. What the fuck? I should be embarrassed about that? Nobody cares, and besides they're the only high heels I had, right? Okay, so it was silly of me, but...I couldn't stop frowning down at them. I noticed Kristy didn't notice, thankfully. She looked so classy and tasteful in her little flats that I wanted to race home and report to her in some fresh Birkenstocks. I felt a smoldering anger at myself for caring about Kristy's IQ. Okay, maybe I didn't share her brains, but at least we had similar taste in shoes. Well, on most days. Well, thank god for Lisa and the Trudy I laughed to myself. Somehow I never managed to give Lisa her shoes back. I brought them home instead. I don't know why. They were just a pair of silly high heels. I noticed she hadn't worn the soles out much. They still smelled new and fresh. As I threw Lisa's heels into the bag and picked up my own boring shoes, only the ones I'd worn today had ANY heels, I frowned. I wished I had at least one pair like Lisa's, just for fun. Not a work pair, just a social pair. I scolded myself for falling into the illusion that the stupid article was right, but then I turned a little scarlet, wondered if my lower IQ reflected my excitement over crazy shoe styles like Lisa's. Sometimes I longed I could be more like Lisa, wearing all sorts of outrageous stuff, showing off my body and turning heads all around the office. Once I was alone and at home, I couldn't resist. I opened the bag and dug out Lisa's little orange fuchsia heels. I tried to put one on, but I could only squeeze my toes in, my heel not fitting in. DAMN! I'd looked forward to this trying these on all day, and now I couldn't even fit into them. I felt silly. Did I actually think I'd be able to regress to silly little Lisa and prance around my house feeling as sexy as her just because I wore her friggin' heels? Did I think I'd suddenly have Lisa's cozy little figure once I stuffed my fat feet into her pert little orange size sevens high heels? What an idiot. Realizing I needed to get a grip, I decided to return her stupid heels tomorrow. I threw them in the brown paper bag and sulked off to bed, tossing and turning all night over what a strange twisted woman I was sinking to. _____ Over the next few days Lisa seemed to regressed and had trouble with work. She also took to pouting because I wasn't egging her on to wear more outrageous shoes and such, so her clothing became more outrageous. We both clearly knew it was a desperate for her to get to give her strokes and pay some attention to her for being such a 'bad girl'. But I refused and wouldn't talk to her, a delicious feeling of excitement flowing through me as she desperately tried to talk to me alone. But I was having too much fun denying her, and always found a reason or a distraction so we weren't alone. I'm not sure if Lisa's slipping at work was all in her head, or was inevitable anyway, but she'd was developing a reputation. If I didn't know better I'd swear Lisa was becoming aroused be becoming more and more simple minded, and getting really depressed over why more and more shoes and clothes weren't getting her ahead at work. So I threw her a bone. I left a nasty little note note on her desk. On it was written these words: " Smart girls wear Tighter sizes." I didn't sign it, and I saw it disappear from her desk. I could see she longed to ask me about it, but I was playing it aloof so she'd just slyly wink to me from across the room, smiling like a smug little lottery winner! It was pathetic, but I couldn't help watch. I tried not to think about Kristy's 'superior intelligence', but it really dug into me. I don't know whether I was impressed or jealous. I felt a little humiliated that my slightly younger best friend had a better reasoning capability than I did. God only knows what she thought about me. But we'd never been competitive or anything, at least not before then. Kristy still saw me as her peer, I was sure. But I could help wondering if she'd look at me a little differently, if she knew I was secretly lagging behind her several IQ points. Okay, maybe thirty or forty! Thankfully she didn't ask, and I wasn't about to offer. Later that day, Kristy came to see me. "Jennifer, I was wondering if you'd supervise Lisa on the Stevens contract. She could use someone of your experience. Would you help her out?" "Sure, as long as she's okay with it." "I'll talk to her about it. I'm sure she'll realizes it's too big a job for her alone. Heck, the poor things can barely manage those silly platforms of hers." Kristy winked to me, making me flush over the dig. I wondered if Lisa would accept this. I knew she wouldn't like it, but I also knew she wouldn't put up a fight. Lately she seemed more and more intimidated by Kristy. Kristy had still stopped short of insulting Lisa to her face, but even Lisa realized there was no way anyone could take her seriously if she continued to dress like this. I managed to get Kristy into more IQ talk around the water cooler. " Hey guys, whats up?" Lisa asked as she clicked up to us in some three inch shiny black platforms. " Oh, I was just boring Jennifer to death with that IQ nonsense. Hey Lisa, were you ever tested?" Kristy chirped, as my ears perked up. " Uh...I didn't. I mean, yeah........but I forget what it was. I know, kinda lame, huh?" she said, her voice falling off as she started down at her heels. Three inch heels. I could feel her shame. Then Kristy jumped in again. " Hey, all that IQ stuff is over-rated anyways, right? The point is, were here! We're all business women and we've made it. " Kristy bravely tried reaching out and patting Lisa's hand. It probably wasn't as condescending as it came off. Probably. "By the way, Lisa honey. I've asked Jennifer here to help you out on the Stevens contract, all right?" " But Kristy, I'm sure I can...." " I'm sure you can, but a little extra help never hurt anyone, right? And refusing Jennifer's experience on this would be silly, and we all know a girl like you doesn't get to a position here by making silly decisions now, *does* she?" Kristy said holding Lisa's gaze, until Lisa's eyes slowly made their way to the ground, somewhat lost. "No...I guess...." "Very well." Kristy chirped as her eyes sparkled at me. Lisa's public nose-dive brought all sorts of embarrassing pleasurable feelings flooding through my body, to my horror. I savored the site of her staring down stupidly at her high heels in embarrassment. Lisa finally looked back up and noticed we were alone, Kristy having waltzed back to her office. "Hey, where'd she go?" Lisa pouted somewhat dejectedly. "Well, Kristy does have a lot of work to do now, doesn't she? We can't all be showing off such pretty heels like those now, can we?" I grinned playfully, teasing a smile out of my dim-witted little friend. Her face lit up at the kind words for the plastic coffins wrapped and hugged her feet so tightly. "I'm sure it wasn't meant to be rude. No hard feelings about the extra help, right? " I said, sticky sweet, as she nodded a polite little no. " Hey...." Lisa paused. "I forgot to ask, what's *you're* IQ, Jennifer?" She grinned with a small glint of something approaching malice. Apparently she hadn't taken my new role totally in stride. I waited till Kristy completely disappeared into her office, then leaned closer, barely touching Lisa's arm. " Listen little miss nosey, are we sure somebody didn't just 'forget' their IQ and just not mention it because they were a little too embarrassed how low it might actually be?" I said, trying to hold her gaze. She looked a little peeved, but then finally gave me a sheepish shrug and nodded. "Yeah. See....I used to be pretty smart. I got really good grades in high school and college too. But just a week ago I got tested, and it's around 90. That is normal, right? Please don't tell Kristy, okay? It's not really low or nothing, is it? I don't want her thinking I can't handle basic contracts and stuff, okay?" There was a note of panic in her voice. "Well, maybe it was that body of yours that got you those good grades." I teased as Lisa flushed with shame. "I'm sure it's fine sweetie. Remember, you're not being judged just by your abilities!" I offered my arm around her shoulder, and gave her a little pat. Lisa soon changed the subject as I took her cue and followed her into a conversation about her excessories. It often was cessories or the safety of fashion talk which Lisa retreated into when confused, embarrassed, or humiliated. " By the way, those heels look awfully tight. Are you sure they're not a size too small? " I asked devilishly. " Smart girls like tight sizes..." Lisa winked conspiratorially at me. I cracked a small smile but otherwise Ignored her. "Beside's, it feels better when the heels I wear are as tight as possible! I could show you some tips on wearing high heels if you want. I know you don't usually wear them, but I've had it all, bleeding heels, all sorts of ugly toe problems. I have tons of tricks to--" " Well, that's flattering, Lisa, really. But let's get back to work first, okay? " I said opening my office door as I stepped inside. Lisa paused and butted her way into my office before I could stop her. "Jennifer? Please, please, please, don't tell Kristy I'm dumb, okay? Please? Promise me?" Lisa begged spastically, her eyes welling up. I winced, trying to ignore the weird little kick I got witnessing how delightfully mortified she was at revealing her lack of intelligence...and the rush of desire I got by staring at her heels. I calmed her down, rushed her out of my office, drying her tears with a tissue. " There there, Your secret's safe with me! Now do you see why you need my help with those nasty ol' contracts? Does my little lisa?" I said as soothingly as smothering as I could, then shoving her out the door abruptly. Hidden behind my office door, I quickly abandoned my feet as far into Lisa's cute little pumps as I could, imagining how stupid she was. I still couldn't fit my back heels into them, and my feet were pained from trying, but it was worth it, just getting this close to her stupidity. Then I heard a sound, the sound of my office door opening as someone came in. Lisa paused as she spotted me, stand there mincing around in her pink fuchsia heels like a moron as she spoke: "Jennifer, are those my shoes?" _______ We took the rest of the day off and went shopping. Lisa kept encouraging me to buy styles of pumps and mules I warned her that I never would, but she would have none of it after what she'd seen. I feared she'd think me a 'pervert' for trying her shoes, but she mistook me for a high heel lover awaiting encouragement. I swore her to keep this from Kristy, and I was pretty sureshe would. Lisa delighted in teasing me by walking past shoe stores and pointing out dozens of styles and heel lengths. I gazed longingly in the windows like a love struck school girl. I caught sight of another woman's sexy little low cut "vamp" style 3 inch sexy high heels, with revealing, strategically placed "toe cleavage", and I felt an overwhelming desire to get some of my own. Then I snapped out of it and became self conscious. I feigned exhaustion and demanded we leave from the mall so I could drop her off and scurry back to the safety of my home, alone. Which is what exactly happened, except... Lisa came home with me. I found myself spending the evening with her, elbow to elbow, looking up high heel shoes over the internet. We backed some pop corn, some wine and put on some bouncy bubble gum pop music. a slumber party for adults. It was more relaxing than I wanted to admit, and Lisa really knew high heel shoes! She showed me tons of cool web sites about high heels and I was impressed that she excelled in something! The more wine we had, the more my defenses let down, and I became uneasy about lisa's arm tickling mine or her knee grazing my thigh. It meant nothing to her, but It stirred me inside, or maybe I was just drunk. Then I became shocked when Lisa slipped off the back of her heels and revealed a ugly blister on her back heel. It was still quite puffy and blue, and I thought I'd throw up for a minute. "Well, all this is fine, but I can't be doing....any permanent damage..." I said my words slurring stupidly. Anger ignited in Lisa's eyes as she aggressively shoved her heel to my face as she forced my groggy face just above the her back heel, forcing me to gaze at the wound. " This is what it IS Jennifer. It's no picnic. If you're gonna be a high heel girl, you're gonna suffer! No promises. I can promise you your heel will blister, then you'll be forced to sling backs and mules! Then your toes will get blisters and you'll crawl to sandals, but you'll seen just live with pumps and happily EAT the blisters, because you can't afford to show your toes or heels anymore! You'll do it, and you'll do it with a fucking smile, just like I do, understand???" Lisa smiled with an alarmingly sensual tone in her voice as she released my head, as I hid how close to tears I was becoming. I had seen this side to Lisa before, and I was stunned. I was also in shock and totally drunk too, so it all seamed unreal. I was also embarrasstly aroused by what she'd said, and shown me, and the whole thing. I was hooked. " I'm sorry, but this is what us dumb girls do..." Lisa whispered, her words going by me before I could even processes them. Luckily, Lisa just ignored it all and cheerily kept us on task. Soon it was as if none of it had happened and she had me looking up more sites she she lectured me. As the evening hours disappeared we both kept trying to place where I fit in, Mules? Platforms were out, but she thought I could get away with them. Silngbacks? There were countless options to ruin my feet in! But I wasn't Lisa, so what I could get away with, fashion wise, without looking to silly? I'd need to help me with this. Lisa's help. But it's not weakness.....it's called delegating, right? ____ When I awoke next morning, I felt like it was all a dream. But I saw Lisa had grabbed a blanket and slept on my couch, and she left a little stain on the sheet! I didn't want to know, and washed it. Next day at work We never spoke about her spending the night, but we remained friendly and were talking again, Since I didn't want Kristy to find out how Lisa had caught me in her shoes. At the office, high heels were all I could think about. Even seeing younger secretaries parading around in the office wearing heels was enough to make me perk up. I found work difficult and fought the desire to look up shoes on the internet all day, and the more I denied myself at work, the worse my fixations got. I knew I couldn't hold out forever. I longed not only to try some higher heels, but also to actually suffer through some. The Idea that they hurt was part of the weirdness and atraction for some reason. Her words from the other night ringed in my head over and over. I watched Lisa and poured myself into her shoes in my imagination. I noticed Lisa's regular sense of fashion seemed to mirror my love of tight and painful fitting shoes! I licked my lips while studying her luscious figure, deciding my wardrobe may need an overhaul as well. Today Lisa had taken special care to dress herself in the most restrictive and confining business skirt, mules and designer bolero I'd ever seen. She looked cute as hell in it, but she also minced around uncomfortably all day, which made her look ditzy and unintelligent. She was the picture of a bimbo, with her tight skirts and ridiculously high heels. I was dismayed by how much attention she was getting, negative or positive, but she excited me as well. Maybe she wasn't so stupid after all! Maybe I could get away with such stuff. Who was I fooling, and at my age? Was I missing out on something? Were my flat shoes and gray suits holding me back? Were my office peers, male and female, laughing at me? These questions started to echo in my gut, and I became angry at myself for falling behind the times! Kristy stormed into my office furious and slammed the door. "Have you seen Lisa's feet?" She demanded. I froze inside. "Uh...no. Her...feet? Why would I.....?" I stuttered in fear. "Oh of course not. Why would you? I just saw her in the bathroom. The poor thing's got sores all over her feet! She's a mess! It's those damned heels she wears!" Kristy fumed, pacing back and forth. "Well, that's too bad, but you can't fire her for having bad feet..." "I never said I'd fire her, dummy! I just meant it's another signs she's irresponsible! She can't even take care of herself, see??" Kristy shot off. "And don't get me started on her clothes...." I watched Lisa up just my office window, all dressed as Kristy fumed on about her, picking up her pacing speed. "And don't get me started on clothes that constrict movement. " Kristy started. " Could we do this at lunch?" I asked, her feminist speech making me sweat just as much as the view of Lisa prancing around outside was. " No, and don't interrupt! Now, Is it just me, or is it, like, totally obvious that tight fitting clothes are a really baaaaaad idea? Especially when you combine them with high heels. It's like women are screaming, `Victimize me, please!' I've never understood it." Kristy's breath grew with mine, but for different reasons. The moore haughty Kristy became, the more my anticipation grew. I started through dreamy eyes at Lisa from afar as used Kristy's rant to bring me closer and closer. "Of course, spandex doesn't constrict movement, but that opens a whole new can of worms. I'm sorry, but I find a covered female body much sexier than an exposed one. Women's flesh has been exploited for far too long, and exploitation is not sexy. Anyhow, spandex is the great TV ratings booster. Spandex is a wonderful fabric, but it's a stupid thing to wear as clothing. You see, when men see something that they like, they force it on us. It's that dirty magazine mentality. It's why they're into fetishes. What females do you know that go for that stuff?" I tried to listen, but I was already dangerously close to a climax. My mind and thighs were burning with shame and frustration. As soon as Kristy left my office, I stroked myself to an intense orgasm, visualizing Kristy lecturing me while I stood before her and standing at attention while stupidly wearing Lisa's painful little high heels. _____ I tried not to drink in the site of Lisa's sexy ensemble all day around the office, but I couldn't help it. The more I let my eyes circle her hips and curves, the more I realized how her sexy four inch heels, despite killing her feet, helped ensure a very delicate and feminine posture. I tried to work up the nerve to buy some really cheap outrageous heels, but I knew I'd never have the guts to wear in public' let alone around the house. I told myself tonight was the night I'd buy some, knowing I'd chicken out, like always had these last few weeks. I sighed frustrated with to myself that I simply HAD to get some sort of high heeled shoes on my way home. And I came close. I'd circled various shoe shops dozens of times, but I always left, scared of what heels would do to my feet. I couldn't screw up my own feet that way, despite, or maybe because of, Lisa's prophetic words! We still hadn't "gone shopping" together since our wild decedent night looking up shoes together, but we both knew something was coming. The next day, while Kristy and I stood by the water cooler, I got weak when Lisa walked in wearing the most stunning foot wear yet. Even Kristy noticed. "What's got into that girl? " she scoffed as we both started. " Uh....not sure..." I said trying sound disapproving. My breath became shallow when I gazed over Lisa's new, stunning, totally exotic and sexy looking three inch fake leopard spotted sandals! The rest of her outfit was equally sexy. She wore a knee length skirt, warm brown spotted leather vest, and a cotton peach colored blouse with a cute bow billowing across the bosom. It seemed a little tight. Almost a size too small. The blouse pinched into her sides, causing her breasts, tummy and behind to strain invitingly against the fabric. "Lisa, that's a nice outfit.." I cautiously began. "Oh thanks. I know it's a little...." "Tight?" Kristy quipped. "Kristy!" I forced a frown and sympathetic shrug to Lisa. I fully expected Lisa looked at me with a twinkle in her eye for causing all this, but it was then I realized Lisa may just be now too dim to remember my note. She was just dressing tightly now on automatic, like her self- abused feet. "It's okay. It *is* tight. I don't know why, but I'm really more comfortable in tighter clothes the last few months." Lisa said sounding like she was trying to convince herself. "Yeah, we noticed." I said with a innocent smile. Didn't you notice, Kristy?" I said, nudging her as I got off on the whole thing a little too much. "Sure, it really flatters you. " Kristy said sarcastically. Lisa chirped on, oblivious. "Listen....I,like, hope they don't look too....well, you know...slutty." Lisa whispered the last word, a hint of anger flickered through her eyes for a second. "Oh noooooooo, believe me, you pull it off. You look great! Fantastic!" I said a little too quickly. " Thanks jennifer! I'm obviously, like, a size eight, but I swore I'd get into this thing today! It's almost two sizes two small, too! I decided, like, I could get away with it though. I mean, it's not too bad, is it?" Lisa's eyes sparkled with a strange hurtful look as she spoke. She almost sounded like she was flirting. Or pissed. Or both. Weird. "You look great. I gotta get back to my office. Later, you two," Kristy said impatiently as she waltzed away, rolling her eyes. Lisa firmly reached for my arm and whispered, face bright red: "Besides, the secret places it hugs and rides into make it *worth* it, believe me!" She winks as she swayed playfully away from the water cooler, leaving me totally shocked and breathless. But Lisa didn't sound right. There was something ugly in her tone. She had some strain, not just in her clothes. It was the way Lisa spoke. It reminded me of my little speeches to myself about how high heels two sizes too small and turned my feet to hamburger really WERE worth it. It was the sound of a horny angry woman in denial. A forced sound, like someone trying to talk herself into something she really hated with a passion. A sound that filled my head each night I teased myself with the thought of pouring my feet into painful little high heels shoes while pleasuring myself before my computer screen each night! And it made me crazy, secretly watching her suffering the way I wanted to suffer! That lucky bitch! I still told myself I was nothing like her, as I watched Lisa painfully prance back to her desk in her impossibly high heels. I replayed her voice over and over in my head, remembering her puzzled confusion as she told me how her clothes got her aroused! . I rushed into my office, locked the door and fantasized about poor conflicted Lisa getting dressed in the morning, pouring each succulent suffering curve into these sexy little clothes, then confessing to us at the office with a demeaning little giggle. Who was she fooling? The next day at the office, I was surprised to feel someone's arm hug me from behind. I turned and became excited to see it was Lisa. As I faced her we continued our embrace as her fingers played across my back lightly. I wasn't sure what was going on, but I was too far gone to try and stop it. Then I felt embarrassed when I realized I'd misread her touch upon seeing Lisa's teary eyes. Switching gears from lust to compassion, I looked into her face and tried some tears. "Honey, what is it?" " Ohh...It's just....well.....I'm so happy...." Lisa whimpered as she continued: " My boyfriend's coming back to the states!" She said with a fresh batch of tears, as I felt the floor fall out under me. I somehow found the strength to pretend, to force myself stand there as I reeled at the news. Lisa continued mocking me with the soft little strokes on my back as we embraced, her words echoing in my head: Boyfriend? BOYFRIEND????? Lisa cooed into my ear: "Jen? Can I ask you a favor?" _____ I was still pissed from Lisa's suggestion I wear these stupid pink high heels to bed tonight! I'd only bought the things because of her, now she was mocking my affection with such a weird request? Sometimes Lisa was either the cruelest person on earth, or the dumbest! Well, either way, fuck her, her boyfriend AND her little shoe fetish! I tossed the pink high heels in the back of my closet! That night I woke up frustrated and teary eyed over the shock of what Lisa really meant to me. I truly cared for her, maybe even loved her. MY face grew hard remembering her request. I don't know why it bothered me so, but it seemed like a slap in the face. Sleeping in them. I dug up the single pair of one inch heels I had. The soles were all but falling out. Truly wretched things! I sadly noticed my feet have put on weight, as well as the rest of me. I could barely get into those size eight's, and I used to do just fine. I sat in my closet in total bewilderment, staring at my old tiny little high heels. I must have allowed myself to balloon up to a whopping size nine. Maybe it was just my ankles, but I knew I'd put on weight the last couple of years. I used to be able to get into heels Lisa's size, cute little size sevens and a half's, eight's, but a dozen sensible size NINE flats all seemed to scream how obese I really was! I reached down, stroking the little high heels sadly. I bit my lower lip, and reached down for them, fixated on FORCING myself into those damned size eight pumps, just to PROVE I wasn't a total cow! Lisa's smug face popped into my head, and I frowned at my own arousal. I could work the toes in, but the heels just wouldn't fit. I tried a shoe horn, and was soon huffing and panting, even jumping up and down, desperate to sink my fucking heel into those petite little numbers! I plopped to the floor in pure frustration, and near tears. My foot looked red and puffy from all the effort. I'd failed. I'd never be as sexy or pretty or young as Lisa again. I was just a fat old cow, one who she would even masturbate with, now that her fucking boyfriend had shown up! I cried some more tears and gave up, slinking off to bed. I had a disturbing dream of Lisa on her hands and knees. She was dressed in a modest work blouse and jacket but was nude from the waist down and wearing only high heels. Lisa starts begging for a spanking, so I start spanking her with a fly swatter. Tears of sexual release stream down her cheeks as I demand she confess her love for me, but she won't. I felt nervous spank her butt, but I'm furious she refuses to confess her desires for me. Spanking's tiring my arm when Kristy appears, clad in a authoritative suit and slacks, saying Lisa's boyfriend was waiting in out front and I'd better hurry up. I started to panic when I hear this and Kristy starts to laughed as I find my arm growing weak and I find it harder and harder to spank Lisa's bare ass. Kristy then tells me I'm blowing this simple task and takes Lisa's high heels off and hands them to me, smugly saying It's time for me to trade places with Lisa - I woke up, bathed in sweat, rubbing my clit furiously. I was so embarrassed and aroused by my dream. I went to the closet and looked at the heels I'd bought. For her. My new shoes. It really pissed me off too, after what she'd told me - dropping this 'boyfriend' bombshell on me like this! Then the gall of asking me to wear them to bed really made me burn with humiliation! I really hated sleeping in them too. I'd have gladly done it before she'd admitting to having a boyfriend! But now it felt like further humiliation, a way to keep me in my place, on the side. So I did it. Don't ask me why. I laid there in bed, furious and grinding my teeth together, imagining her betrayal of me, while I dutifully lied here in bed decked out in these stupid Pumps. Lisa Pumps. Just like she wears to work. Cute little Fuchsia pink, with little half inch ankle straps. Four inches high.... And fucked myself silly through my tears. End of part 1 This work is copyright (c) 2000 by cowgirl. You may download and keep copies for your personal use as long as the author's byline and e-mail address and this paragraph remain on the copies. Please do not post this story to any web site without permission from the author. All other rights reserved. No alteration of the contents is permitted. Cowgirl, Aka; jennifer can be reached at: cowgirl_stupid@yahoo.com Read all of cowgirl's humiliation stories here: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cowgirl/ :-) _____________________ 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 bath water. "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 down firmly. "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 botched attempt. 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 _______ This work is copyright (c) 2000 by cowgirl. You may download and keep copies for your personal use as long as the author's byline and e-mail address and this paragraph remain on the copies. Please do not post this story to any web site without permission from the author. All other rights reserved. No alteration of the contents is permitted. 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