After a divorce and early retirement, pre-Covid, I was bored. I had worked in corporate communications and now I was wondering what to do with my time. Out of the blue I got a call from Mary, my ex-sister in law. Mary was a store manager for a high end clothing and shoe store. We had always been friends and our bond wasn't broken when I split up with her sister.
After a little chitchat I asked, "What's up?"
Mary said, "I need a favor. My ladies shoe manager needs some time off. I haven't found anyone to step into his position. I know you have some time on your hands, so I'm asking for your help."
I laughed and said, "Mary, what are you thinking? I've never done any retail work, much less manage a department."
"It's no problem, I'll have someone take care of the inventory and books. I need you to be the face of the department. We have very high end clients and you would take care of them."
The way she explained what she wanted me to do intrigued me. Plus, I have always loved women's feet. I don't know if I have a fetish, but I've thought a beautiful woman's feet are a particularity sexy part of the female anatomy. On top of everything, Mary was offering me a salary that would nicely augment my retirement account.
Mary said, "One more thing. At times you will have to make personal deliveries to some of our clients homes."
I thought about Mary's offer for a minute. "Okay, I'm in."
The next week was a whirlwind. Mary gave me a three month training program in three days. True to her word the operational pieces of managing the ladies shoe department was handed off to up and coming young talent. My primary role was to cater to the store's high end clientele. That was accomplished by private, one on one meeting with high rollers. I would receive an showing request, set up the appointment, then guide the ladies through the fitting and sales. I also learned from Mary that an unspoken agreement existed. Each private showing guaranteed a minimum of $2500.00 in sales. I thought that a woman would have to buy fifty pairs of shoes to come even close to this number. Then I learned that one pair Jimmy Choo or Manolo Blahnik shoes could cost $4000.00 or more! I finally realized these private showings were a huge money maker and I understood the urgency to keep the "face" of the department ready and available.
Secretly, I was excited to meet and touch the feet of rich, sexy women. The most important skill I was taught was sizing a woman's feet. I practiced on Mary and other women in the store and walked around with a perpetual hard on. Even if I wasn't touching my coworkers feet practicing on them, each time I though of this, which was often, my cock would immediately start filling up making my seven inches as hard as a rock. Mary told me that she had always liked the style of dress that I used for work, but now she gave me $2500.00 to step up my wardrobe.
My first day at work was hectic. I had been trying to learn all that I could, but I quickly became a facilitator between women looking and our experienced sales staff. I would hang on the fringes listening and learning as much as I could.
Several weeks after I started working I was the only person working the floor, everyone else had taken an early lunch. An attractive woman in her late forties or early fifties walked in. She had a fit ass, stomach and toned set of legs. Her chest looked to be a glorious 34DD. But, the attention grabber was that she had perfectly manicured hands, and more importantly, sexy feet in four inch opend toed stilettos showing off an expensive pedicure. She was wearing a tightly fitting tube top, braless, and a short skirt that showed off her legs. My cock was rapidly swelling.
I approached her, introduced myself and asked if I could help her find anything in particular. She looked me over and asked for the manager I was replacing.
"He's on a temporary leave, so I'm stepping into his role until his return."
"I was hoping to set up a private showing. At my house. Are you still doing that?"
"Absolutely. I'll be filling that role. What's your name?"
"I'm Anna. Are you free this evening?"
"Yes. The only thing I need is your address and I'll need to take your shoe size."
Anna thought for a moment and asked, "Is this your first day here?"
"No, I've been here a month. Can I help you find something in particular?"
"Not really. I'll let you get your feet wet. My friend Nanette can break you in. I'll be back in one week. Then we'll set up my appointment." Without another word, she turned and eased out of the store.
I was a little confused about Anna, but didn't have time to dwell on her. The store was filling up with customers. My "staff" was back from lunch and we all attended to customers.
My next encounter was with an older, but attractive woman. Like Anna, in addition to her good looks, she was perfectly manicured and pedicured in bright red polish. She said her name was Nanette and wore a powder blue dress that fell an inch below her knees with no nylons or pantyhose.
"Anna said I'd find you here. Do you have any Jimmy Choo's?"
"Absolutely, but first I need to measure you because "she couldn't remember" her size. My heart started beating faster as I sat her down, removed her right shoe and measured her foot. I wanted to kiss her foot and suck her toes into my mouth and I think she sensed it. We were in a corner of the store, I was sitting on a stool with her feet between my legs when she told me that James, my predecessor, would ALWAYS massage her feet. I think I croaked out, "Okay," and started firmly working her right foot. Nanette told me, "You can kiss them if you want." I leaned down, kissed her foot and quickly sucked her big toe into my mouth. A moan escaped her lips as she pushed her left foot into my crotch. I nearly had an orgasm on the spot.
Jointly fearing we might be seen, Nanette pulled back her feet while I tried to regain my composure. She reached into her purse and pulled out a small card with her address and nothing else on it. "Bring me some samples tonight. Be there at 8:00 p.m., you might want to plan on staying the night."
She stood up, smiling and said, "Please don't be late." Then she left the store.
I sat there dazed and decided to go see Mary. I got to her office and walked in and sat down. Mary grinned and asked, "How's the first day going?"
