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"Well, then slip in."
She held out the beautiful shoe to him. Like a precious treasure, he
took it and pulled it on his stockinged foot. He had to push his toes a
little into the narrow tip, but then the shoe fit him perfectly.
"Very, well," said Madame Fatale, "here is the second one."
He also put this on and now looked at his feet, which were in these
wonderful shoes. He shivered with excitement.
"Aren't thay making an indescribably beautiful toe cleavage?" she asked
him. "Come on, take a few steps with it."
When he got up, he shuddered again. The feeling of the velvety nylons
on his skin when the suspenders pulled the stockings up when he got up,
the feeling of these sexy shoes on his feet, which put his nerves in
ecstasy. In the nylon panties it started to twitch again.
And so it was more his excitement than the high, thin stiletto heels
that made him tremble.
He was certainly not a novice when it came to walking on high heels,
and even though this pair had a much higher heel than his mother's
pumps, he had a pretty sure feeling about it.
He took a deep breath and then he started. The way he had practiced it
many times before. Always one foot slightly crossed in front of the
other, swinging his hips nicely, he took a few steps across the room,
turned and then stopped in front of Madame Fatale.
"Wow, we have a real natural talent here! You seem to be made for these
shoes," she said with a slight grin on his face.
"Yes, the shoes are great," was the first full sentence that came
across his lips to her.
"And what great legs you have. Have a look at yourself in the mirror.
Come on ... oh, maybe put this on."
She handed him a red satin kimono and motioned for him to follow him
back into the sales room.
He put on the kimono and tied it with a bow. This just reached over his
waist and left his legs bare.
He was in a buoyant mood now, his fears and shame pushed into the
background so that he followed her forward without hesitation.
He had to keep looking down at his legs and feet. None of this seemed
real to him yet.
Madame Fatale showed Daniel the large mirror in the back of the sales
room. He minced towards it expectantly.
Wow, his legs looked really sexy. The shoes were awesome, the nylon
stockings a dream. He had never looked so sexy. Something stirred again
in his panties and it came out clearly under the too short kimono. But
he continued to enjoy the moment and posed in front of the mirror to be
able to see his legs from all angles.
"A package for Madame Fatale," a male voice shouted from the door that
had just been opened. Daniel looked around, startled, and looked
directly into the postman's eyes, whose gaze slowly drifted down on
him.
"Ah, that's me! Finally the new collection." Madame Fatale turned to
the postman, whose eyes were still attached to Daniel's lower region.
"There please and sign here." He finally looked at Madame Fatale and
handed her the package. When she signed, the postman tried again to
catch a look at Daniel, who had at least turned away so that the
postman could now see his butt instead of his erection.
"Thank you and goodbye ladies," he said with a grin and left the shop
again.
Daniel's head was now almost the same red as his kimono. The bad thing
was that he still had a boner and the nylon panties were getting
already a bit wet.
"Don't worry, he has seen completely different things here," Madame
Fatale reassured him with a smiling look at his panties.
"Oh ... oh, yes very, uh, what do they cost?"
"Well, honey, you didn't choose exactly the cheapest model. These are
designer shoes from Italy. They cost 450 euros."
"Oh dear, I'm afraid that is beyond my budget," Daniel said
disappointed.
"Maybe something can be done there. Do you have a job?"
"Uh no, not yet."
"Do you want to work for me? I still need help here. Ordering goods,
taking inventory, billing, running errands, cleaning the shop and
things like that. As a deposit you will receive a complete outfit from
me, including the shoes. You can sign right away. An applicant
cancelled on me yesterday, I have all the documents ready." She looked
at him with a hopeful smile.
Wow a complete outfit from this shop and then work with this woman?
Daniel did not have to think long about it and agreed.
"Delightful, it has to be celebrated!" Madame Fatale stumbled behind
the counter, opened a small refrigerator and pulled a bottle of
champagne out of it.
"Go in the back again, but don't change your clothes yet! I just get
the contract quickly and get our drinks ready."
Daniel was pleased that he could keep the stockings, the suspenders
and, above all, the shoes on. He strutted on his new heels back into
the small room and sat down.
Instinctively he crossed his legs and rubbing the nylon stockings
together made him shiver again. My God, he would never get used to it
and never wanted to.
Madame Fatale entered the room with two champagne glasses and a folder
tucked under her arm.
She opened the folder and pulled out a two-page document, which she
then placed in front of Daniel.
"You just have to sign here." She turned the second page and pointed to
a line at the bottom of the page with a ballpoint pen in her hand.
Both sheets were densely written and Daniel only hesitated to sign. He
tried to roughly scan the contract and was too shy to ask for more
time.
"What the hell!" he thought and signed.
"Very nice, we are toasting to that!" Madame Fatale held out her
champagne glass to him expectantly.
Daniel clinked into it with his glass and took a long sip to calm him
down.
He took a deep breath and was happy to have found this shop that made
his dreams and longings come true.
Then everything went dark around him ...
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