Security story | feet, heel, pumps

The phone rang. Two short successive rings and a pause. I knew Penelope Neaves , the department head, was trying to get in touch with me. She had been trying for a few days now but our company is so large and spread out most have no idea of even how many employees work there let alone names and faces. After the fourth pair of rings I decided to answer.
"Security, this is Jim Boland," I said. "Hello Jim. This is Tanya Westlake, Ms. Neaves' assistant. Please be here at 6pm. Ms. Neaves wants to examine your plans for securing our new composite fiber product"
"Yes I have those plans ready. Will do Ms. Westlake" I answered and we hung up.

Through a lucky, for me at least, string of layoffs and early retirements I managed to climb to the head of security for the east wing of our building. My predecessor relied more upon informants than I would have liked so it only took me two months to have cameras, hidden and visible, virtually everywhere. The nature of our company's work demands that we have this type of system where nobody "knows too much" or can leak info. It isn't entirely inconceivable that I too was being spied upon or at least that those being spied upon knew without my knowing. A very tangled web indeed.

The things I have seen in the short period cameras have been installed is hard to describe. Everything from the application of hemorrhoid cream to the hottest, steamiest, after hours office sex even the best writers would have a hard time describing. At 5:30pm I decided to take a quick look in her office to see what was going on just to feel out her mood and get a jump on whatever else she may have wanted to discuss. Ms. Neaves was sitting down upon the corner of her desk and I could see that she was purposely showing off her sexy thighs.... but to whom? The visitor had turned his chair in a way that was making it very hard to identify him with the secondary camera. She always covered up the primary camera when she was about to make her moves. She had a subtle way of getting what she wanted and her "come-ons" were now famous for having won many contracts and even proved useful in convincing top scientists to prefer us over others.

As she began to run her hands over his chest she pushed her foot against the chair and he slid backwards. I was certain that she wanted to see if he was becoming aroused with her advances. Whoever was sitting in that chair clearly was getting a great upskirt view as one of Penelope's legs was fully strectched holding the chair at bay with her foot. Whoever was in the chair twice tried to approach her but her leg managed to keep them firmly in place as she raised and shook her index finger as if to be saying "Tsk tsk. Not until you sign the deal"

Then she quickly removed her long, soft, voluptuous leg whose ending was covered by the sleekest, most daring patent pumps I had seen in a long time.
"This must be a special case" I thought to myself as she walked around her desk and began taking up her long reddish hair. Penelope then very deliberately sat in her chair, lit a cigarette and placed both her feet on the corner of her desk crossing them at the ankles. I could see the plum red nail polish on hr fingernails and couldn't help but wonder if her toes were painted the same color.

At 5:50 I proceeded to her office. I knocked and was greeted with a warm smile but asked to wait outside the door for a moment. When summoned inside the previous visitor had left from the other door. We were alone.
"Let's take a look at your plans and then go for a drink," she suggested.
"I would love to but I am on duty till 8pm and besides I have new recruits to train all next week so I have to prepare for that as well. May I have a raincheck?" "No" she said slyly with her evil smirk and came to sit next to me.
"Show me the plans," she damanded as she got a little too close for comfort and her foot grazed my leg as she crossed it over. I wanted her. I always wanted her and virtually everyone else in the building, including a lot of women, wanted her. The trouble was that she knew it. She knew that she was a very intelligent, highly educated, highly paid, very powerful sex bomb whose very presence could make mortals boil with desire and she used that knowledge well. The only thing I had going for me was that those cameras allowed me to get enough of a "dose" without having to shake in her presence like many others did. <
"On page two you will find.....," I continued as I thougt of ways to make her remove her pumps. I just had to see her toes at all costs. Finally the crude idea of simply spilling coffee on her legs dawned upon me. After 5 pages of plans I stood up and poured two cups. As it turns out she didn't want any but I at least offered. I decided page 8 would be my que and proceeded to brush legs with her as I returned to my seat.

The coffee was placed in strategic position and just as page eight rolled around I heard her yelp once the hot coffee hit her. Being tremendously apologetic I looked down to see the hot liquid had actually made it into her shoe
"Yeeeessss" I thought o myself as I sprung to get a damp cloth. Meanwhile Penelope had simply strectched out her leg and was using her hands to shake the excess coffee off. It looked like she was in disbelief and I could see coffee dripping from the heel of her sexy pumps. Without asking and while repeating "I'm so sorry" about 3 times, I took her foot yanked her shoe off and began to clean the coffee.
"What the hell are..."
"That cofee was very warm. This damp cloth should make you feel better and ensure you don't get burned, " I interrupted. "You will also be glad to know I don't use sugar so there will be no stains especially on the dark stockings."
"You bumbling idiot" Penelope said with obvious anger as I finally turned her foot around and say her toes. The rest is a blur. I know she was yelling something but I was in a daze. In front of me I have the perfect size 8 foot with matching nail and toe polish and her toes wiggling violently as I slowly wiped it over and over and over. Suddenly she jerked her foot away and walked off trying to stabilze herself by walking on the ball of her foot.
"A three inch heel is not a small thing to try and compensate for when walking in one shoe," I said as I slowly grasped teh fallen, abandoned, wet heel and began to wipe it with the damp cloth.
"Well then give it to me and stop rubbing it like it was your pet," she retorted.
"Just one more second so I can clean the inside, "I replied but she just snorted with disgust, flung off her other heel and walked away saying "You had better not be here when I return!"

I went to a corner not covered by the cameras and sniffed both pumps with all the air my lungs could hold. I did this 3 times and reurned to my office. I was then treated to another four minutes of Penelope wiping off, her heels and constantly slipping her feet out fo the shoes to adjust her stockings.