I knew it was going to be a miserable day and I was in just the mood for it. I was tired of dealing with assholes all day every day. People were going to take notice. I was going to make sure of it. I showered and primped for an hour to make sure everything was just right. My tanned legs didn't need hose. A simple white turtleneck top, a red skirt suit with a cropped jacket, a gold rope necklace, some gold bracelets, a gold anklet and those shoes. Little red shoes.
Now these weren't just any red shoes. With a name like Brian Atwood and a heel set farther back than was common, they spoke for themselves. In fact, with a slightly over five inch heel, they screamed for themselves. I'd only had them a few years and almost never wore them. I remembered the last few times I did and the feeling of power they gave me. I'm not really sure why either. I'd found them in an obscure little out of the way oddities shop. They looked brand new, but when I put them on, I felt a tingle through my ankles, up my legs and into my core being as if I were a different person somehow. I'd get flashes of memories of things I'd never experienced. I began to wonder if they were memories of the former owner of those shoes. Maybe I was seeing what she had. Maybe I was doing things she did.
Normally, I wouldn't dress like this at work, but I had a dinner planned with some friends just after work and wouldn't have time to change, so this was it, whether they liked it or not. The dinner was supposed to be a Halloween sort of thing and we were supposed to dress accordingly. This was the best I could do that worked for both the office and a costume. I'd add a pointy hat and carry a broom, sort of a witchy woman in red rather than black. Or maybe a bit devlish. A glance in my mirror made me think of Liz Hurley in a way. I'd be in my own office most of the day, so it shouldn't be a big deal.
Well, it was. The long tiled hallways were like an echo chamber as I walked in those shoes. Click, click, click, clickety-click. I could almost hear the chairs of the old geezers and young lechers squeak as the craned their necks to see out their office doors as I walked by. It was a bit spooky the ways their eyes seemed to follow me everywhere. I didn't think my skirt was overly short, but the looks of scorn from some of the blue hairs and school-marm types in the office told me they thought it was. It was like they'd never been young and sought after. And to be honest, I wasn't really used to the attention myself.
There was a voice mail message from some lady named Vicky from the oddities resale shop saying she needed to talk to me about the shoes. It was an odd call and she seemed to make it sound urgent, but I didn't have time to return the call.
There was this one office geek that I'd exchanged glances with a few times. Today, he seemed to find several reasons to hang out in my office a bit longer than necessary. Perhaps it was the way I was sitting on the edge of my desk as he talked about whatever he was talking about while trying not to be so obvious about staring at my legs. I played with him and crossed and uncrossed my legs a few times watching his eyes widen each time. He commented that my voice sounded different somehow and there was a deepness in my eyes he hadn't noticed before. He was right. I'd noticed the same things and I couldn't explain why. Was it her? Was she haunting me somehow making me do these things? Is that what Vicky was trying to tell me?
When he asked me if I was busy later, I had to truthfully say I was.
I got to have my independence, but I didn't know just where to start until I started wearing these shoes and that pretty little chain around my ankle. I felt more free today than I had since the last time I wore them and I wasn't about to give it up for an office fling that could get me fired. I had to admit that Kitty was getting a bit fired up too and I kind of wished I could close the door and let him do as he wanted with her. This skirt was short enough that I was sure he'd seen her and she needed more attention than I could give her here at the office. Once he left, I took a minute to dry the moistness from my thighs from her weeping.
Work was finally done and I was off to the club to meet the gang. I donned the hat and a mask I carried, but they all recognized me right off. The broom idea felt silly and I'd left it in the car. That whole thing was kind of disappointing as all they wanted to do was sip on pumpkin spice this, nibble on pumpkin spice that and commiserate about their kids and their lives trying to make ends meet. This entire outfit was wasted on them as they were all dressed in sweats and tennies. Not a single one of them was in anything close to a costume. Mostly pumpkin or fall harvest themed designs on their shirts and bags. One had a weird joke about a full moon. I felt more out of place with them than I had at the office. We talked about the years passed and what we did and didn't do since we'd last seen each other. Two hours was enough and I begged off.
I didn't really get dressed up that often for a work day and I'd seen and felt some things that I decided I wanted more of. Whoever owned those shoes before me must have been quite the slut from how they made me feel. The mall was still open, so what the hell, I decided I'd go spend some money. I'd learned early on that city girls can do more than open doors with just a smile and I decided to play it up a bit. It was warm for late October and as I got out of the car in the parking lot, I pulled the jacket off and tossed it in on the seat. This sweater type turtle neck top hugged my breasts very snugly and I knew it. The handbag I carried held little more than a wallet and a few basics. I felt like playing some tricks and being the treat.
The mall was also a hard floor and there was that tell-tale click, click, click announcing me as I walked, summoning eyes from all who recognized it. I had the whole mall rockin'. Jack-O-Lanterns with flickering lights inside, cornstalks and comical skeletons tangled in cobwebs were everywhere. In and out of several stores, I bought a few things to have sent home later as I just didn't feel like carrying a bunch of clumsy shopping bags. I was getting into the attention though and when I went to the rest room, I redid my lips and hair, then rolled up the waist band of my skirt bringing the hem to just above mid thigh. Kitty was mewling just a bit and beginning to weep some again. I used a tissue to wipe her off and was on my way. I longed for someone else's hand to be under my skirt tending to her.
The one place I hadn't been to yet was the shoe store that I knew sold stylish heels. As I walked in, the somewhat slobby salesman was sitting on a stool with his head in his hands. His simple wedding band told me he was married with children.
"Excuse me Sir, are you awake?"
His eyes started at the floor and I could almost feel them crawling up my legs, above my knees, over my bare thighs, skirt and tight fitting top before they finally got to my eyes.
"Oh, sorry ma'am, long day, can I help you?"
"Well, I'd like to try on some shoes with high heels."
