It was time Karla showed Jack who was the boss. Inviting him back to her flat after work, she had a plan. She dug out her most outrageous pair of high heels. The open-toe platform slingbacks. The ones that were far too racy to ever wear to work.
In fact, the heels on them were so high that she had to move slowly to avoid toppling over. Her toes were painted a bright pink colour which clashed - deliberately - with the black of her shoes. Now she just had to wait for him to turn up.
As the pair had developed a friendly relationship over the years, it was not unusual for them to meet up outside of work. They had cooked for each other, gone out to dinner together and visited local landmarks. Both were glad, on occasion, to have some company.
Jack arrived, knocked on the door and let himself in. Karla always made sure her flat was in pristine condition, especially if she was entertaining, and by the time Jack arrived she had popped a couple of tea bags in two clean mugs and flicked the kettle on as she heard him come in.
Jack took his usual seat and thanked Karla as she handed him his drink. He'd noticed her footwear - it would have been impossible not to - and he sensed that as they chatted about work and the weather that she was trying to catch his attention.
Of course she was. If stretching her legs out and wiggling her toes wasn't going to work, she would have to take charge of the situation. "So, what do you think of my new shoes, then?" she asked.
Jack smiled. "Well, how shall I put this," he began, noting Karla tilting her head and part-frowning as he spoke, "They make me want to get on my hands and knees and start licking your feet."
Quick as a flash, Karla, with a wicked smile, said, "Then what the fuck are you waiting for?"
Jack smiled too, but he wore a slightly nervous smile. Karla had rather quickly moved from being completely unsure about foot fun to wanting to dominate him. She now took his hand as he stepped forward, and said quietly, "Down you go, boy."
Jack sunk to his knees, ran his fingers up and down Karla's shoes before jamming a finger of each hand underneath her heels. Then, he started licking the toes on her right foot moving her feet closer together so he could lick all of her toes in one go, going from left to right and back again.
Karla let him carry on like this for a few minutes, looking on and feeling empowered by having him at her feet. But she couldn't let him get too comfortable. She pulled her feet away from him and lifted them up, resting them on the arm of the chair Jack had been sitting on earlier.
