Leasing Agent story | feet, heel, foot

I moved into my new apartment five months ago. My previous pad was in such bad shape and in such a terrible neighborhood that I was whistlin' Dixie just sitting in this new environment. This was more than just a new apartment. My move was my redemption after struggling all through college and rolling pennies as a result of the low starting salaries. At age 26 my life was finally starting to take shape.

After basking in a few moments of glory, I flipped on the TV to relax. Nothing good was showing and the premium channels hadn't been connected yet, so I started channel surfing. Knowing about the shopping channels and the shoeplay they provide occasionally it wasn't long before I switched to one of them hoping for some action. I watched some bath robes, towels, shower caps, moisturizing creams and the whole lot but the camera didn't even come close to showing feet. I surfed a little while longer and decided that shoeplay just "wasn't meant to be" on this Saturday afternoon.
"What to do? What to do?" I thought to myself. I though long and hard and before long I came up with a brilliant idea! I decided to go to the leasing office and chat with the female leasing agents. As I walked over I was pleasantly surprised by remembering they always dressed very professionally on Saturday because it was the busiest day for them.

I walked in with high expectations and was so preoccupied I almost didn't hear the warm, pleasant greeting Jill offered me.
"You'll have to excuse me," I said trying to cover up "but I just finished moving everything in and I'm a little out of it. I just stopped by to say hi, ask about the amenities and maybe get to meet a few of my new neighbors."
"Great!" Jill replied. "We are almost done so most of the crowd has already come and gone for the day. Elise and I are just wrapping up and chatting. We usually just lock the door and hang out for a while after work on Saturdays."
"Marcie is on the 9th floor with a couple that's thinking of moving in but she should be back in a few minutes," Elise added. "You now, we just talk about the week and shoot the breeze about our weekend plans," she added.
I nodded politely so as to acknowledge Elise and proceeded to sit in a most uncomfortable chair simply because it allowed me to see the mirror. In the mirror's relection: Elises sheer hose and 2 inch pumps. Nothing was really happening until Elise's phone rang. This was a good opportunity to see if she dabbled in dangling. She leaned back in her chair, threw her pencil on the desk and started speaking softly. I could barely make out her words but it sounded she was talking to her boyfriend. Then she crossed her legs and her elevated foot disappeared from view. I really hated that because it reminded me of all the times I was watching the shopping channels and just knew the hostess was dipping but the view was obstructed by a counter. And what really got me was that she appeared to be jiggling her ankle quite actively.

Just then Marcie came in with her prospects and sat down at her desk. She was wearing a greyish, clunky 3 inch heel. I think it is the weight of the heel that makes those prone to slipping off but again, nothing happened so I shifted my attention to the young woman and her husband. Without being sure I think her name was Angel, and she looked like one, but all she did was bounce her knee nervously.
"Looks like Jill's my only hope" I remember thinking to myself as I walked to the couch so as to catch a glimpse of what she may be doing under her desk. Sure enough, she too was doing absolutely nothing.

After five minutes of sitting quietly I decided to go outside and smoke. As I went back in the couple was on its way out and I heard Elise say it was time to lock up.
"Have an extra cigarette?" Jill asked as one of the girls locked the door.
"Sure I replied" knowing I could walk around her desk and catch another glimpse of her feet.
"Thanks..and there's an ashtray in the room right behind me. Get it please," she continued as I heard the famous swooshing sound of female feet popping out of heels. The timing was spectacular! Here I was almost directly behind her with a perfect view and she had just crossed her leg and was dangling like there was no tomorrow. She must have let the heel slip all the way to the tip of her toes in one fell swoop because it was still swaying wildly yet her foot was motionless. All of a sudden I decided I was going to get some water, the ashtray, I decided to wash my hands, blow my nose and kill as much time as humanly possible without raising any suspicion.
"Would you like some soda?" I asked as the girls chatted away. As it turns out they all wanted some and Jill looked over her shoulder to show me which cupboard the plastic cups were in. I looked back at her and quickly caught a glimpse of her dangling heel. Her shoe was dangling from only her big toe and as she twisted her body her foot was nearly at a 90 degree angle to the shoe. I was truly amazed at this defiance of gravity. I played dumb and figured if I got her to point she would eventually twsit too far and lose that dangle.
"I moved the cups this afternoon because we're running low" Marcie said as she came into the room. She slipped by me and crouched down to reach the cups she had hidden deep underneath the sink. I couldn't believe what was going on! I was only 3 ft away from Marcie's beautiful heel and soles that had loudly popped out as a result of the crouching and was only five ft away from a fabulous dangler. Five minutes ago there wasn't a dangle to be found and all of a sudden I was in shoeplay heaven!

And then it happened. As Jill returned her attention to Elise from the cups, she lost the heel. This wasn't a simple drop however. She flexed her toes upwards 90 degrees in an attempt to prevent the heel from falling. Then she quickly lunged her foot forward trying to jam the shoe between her foot and the desk. She managed to stop it from falling but her pantyhose caused the heel to slowly slip away and fall to the ground landing upside down. It didn't take more than three seconds for all this to happen but for me time had stopped and it was as if I was watching it in slow motion. I caught myself with my eyes open wider than a window and my jaw hanging.

As Marcie got up holding the cups, my biggest problem was finding an excuse to turn away from her to conceal my amazement. To this day I'm not sure but I think I buried my head in the refrigerator and acted like I was looking for the soda. All I know is they didn't have a clue because Jill's heel was still upside down as I walked out of the room and Marcie kicked both her heels off when she returned to her desk. I poured the soda for them and remember the sound of Marcie's nylons rubbing together as I approached her desk. She had placed both feet in the chair next to her, leaned back and kept rubbing and rubbing and rubbing her feet and toes together as if she was born to do this.

Jill and I have become friends and I often pick her up after work for a drink. She has never failed to dangle after work and while I can't see it all the time I can hear her foot busy at work under the table. One time I even felt her empty heel bounce on to my foot. I am sure glad we're friends.