Foot On The Career Ladder

It is said the only constant in the world is change. In my case, there had been change on almost all fronts, personally and professionally. Shannon, Debra and Jane had all moved on from their jobs in my office. My days of being teased, taunted and in Shannon's case cucked beneath their feet were now a distant memory. Shannon had taken up with a new boyfriend and emigrated overseas. Debra took a new job elsewhere and Jane left her job and moved away to study a new degree. Meanwhile, my ex-girlfriend Jen and her partner Steve had become more distant. Our foot cuckolding sessions were on hiatus since they got engaged and were in full flow planning a wedding.

In all the time that had passed, it had been months since I last worshipped a pair of women's feet. But a happy coincidence was to end my dry spell. Bored by the dreary office since Shannon, Debra and Jane's departures, I opted to move on myself, taking on a new job at higher pay. I liked the job. Aside from the better pay and nice office, it offered more interesting work, including working on the company graduate programme. I shadowed one of the more seasoned colleagues managing the programme in my first year, so I could learn the ropes. The programme was competitive, offering a good salary and progression. Most participants went on a fast track to management. I was flicking down the list of applicants when a familiar name appeared on screen.

In my desire to leave my previous job, I applied and interviewed for about 10 jobs. One of them had been with a smaller organisation. The office of this particular place had been drab and grey but I soon saw it illuminated by a gorgeous Goddess who came to show me around. Chloe was about 5 feet 2 inches tall with flowing angelic blonde hair and steel blue eyes. She looked like a Scandanavian model. In giving me the tour of the office she explained she was 23 and had come to the job straight out of university. As enchanted as I was by her, I ultimately turned down the job her company offered to come to the one I was now in. Her name appearing in the list of applicants for the graduate programme seemed like a twist of fate. My colleague Stuart entered the office, breaking my thoughts.

"How's things?" He said, sitting down at his desk.

"Not bad. Just looking over the graduate applications."

"Glad I got rid of that fun and games." He said with a smile. "Big numbers this year?"

"Looking like about 150. But should be able to whittle that down. Just picked up on a familiar name."

"Who's that?" Stuart asked.

I explained the background and how I knew Chloe.

"Small world. But not worth raising it. Not like you know her personally or anything. She must be keen."

"Why do you say that?"

"This must be the third year she has applied. Don't get me wrong, she's a smart cookie. Graduated top of her class at university and had good experience. Just didn't quite perform in the interview. Maybe this will be her year."

"Maybe. Will see how she gets on."

"Good luck interviewing her. She's pretty formidable." Stuart said before getting up to leave the office.

I mentioned Chloe to a couple of my colleagues who had interviewed her previously. They backed up Stuart's use of the word formidable. Consensus was that Chloe was one to watch. I was to discover a sense of her formidable spirit sooner than I thought.

I spent Friday night bar hopping and enjoying some cocktails. Some old friends were back in town for the weekend and talked about an impromptu night out. Whether it panned out or not I needed a night to unwind. My favourite cocktail bar wasn't too busy for a change. I was able to get one of the tables with 2 armchairs. The walls were exposed brick, punctuated with lamps with frilly shades. The bar had a 1920s speakeasy vibe. The music was unobtrusive and the cocktails were high quality but reasonably priced. As I checked my phone for the 10th time to see where my friends were, fate walked in. Chloe was wearing a figure-hugging aquamarine blue dress with an exposed mid-riff. Her skin was healthily bronzed and her hair tied up. She was wearing a stunning pair of matching blue strappy heeled sandals with her toes painted a co-ordinated aqua blue. As her friends broke off to their group table, she strode over to the bar with her card out. She clocked me briefly as she stood at the bar. After waiting a few moments, she turned again and her eyes met mine. Her face indicated acknowledgement as she stepped over.

"I feel like I know you from somewhere?" She asked.

"Good memory. About 12 months ago you gave me a tour around your office."

"Oh yeah! You were the guy who turned down the job."

"Guilty as charged."

"I take it you wound up somewhere better? Most places would be in fairness."

I explained where I had taken up a job and her eyes widened.

"No way! I have applied for the graduate programme there!"

"Really? Small world. I did think I recognised your name in the applications."

"Well, I guess I am memorable." She replied teasingly. "What brings you out?"

"Plan was to meet a few friends but not sure if they are going to make it out or not. How about you?"

"Same. Drinks with a few friends. You're welcome to join us if you'd like? Might as well if your friends bailed."

"Sounds like a plan. I'll get the first round in." I replied.

I helped Chloe carry the drinks back to her table and she introduced me to her friends. They were all much like her, in their early 20s and working entry level office jobs. She knew most of them from their time at university. As the drinks and conversation flowed, I could not help but be distracted by Chloe. She had arresting good looks with an infectious laugh. Her smile was illuminating and on a few occasions my gaze lingered too long and our eyes met as she sipped her drink. In addition to her beauty, I could not help but admire her dainty feet. She must have been a size 3 or 4 and her toes were flawlessly shaped. It was mesmerizing watching her periodically wriggle and flex them against the straps of her heels. We ordered a couple more rounds before Chloe's friends started to drift off.

"They having an early night?" I joked.

"Hardly. They're out for the night. Going to some loud, crowded club until about 2am."

"You don't fancy it?"

"Normally I would, in the right circumstances. But not feeling it tonight. At least not in these shoes." She said, glancing down at her feet.

"Really? They look perfect to me. At least for a club I mean." I quickly corrected.

Her eyes met mine and she had a wry smile on her face.

"Maybe. But my feet are killing me. Been walking in heels a lot this week. Plus, I don't normally like open toes in those busy clubs. So many sticky floors and people being clumsy. Wouldn't want to damage my cute pedicure. What do you think of it?" Chloe asked, taking me by surprise.

"Your pedicure?"

"Yeah. Do you like the colour?"

I felt heat rise around my neck as I formulated a response.

"Umm, yeah. I mean it is a nice colour. Pairs well with your shoes. Plus, it looks well done. Certainly suits your toes."

"Suits my toes?"

"Well, I mean. The shape of your toes. They are nice and evenly sized."

"I guess you're right. Never heard a guy say that before though." She giggled. "But not worth risking them at a crowded club. What about you? Are you staying out?"

"Don't think so. Reckon I am at my limit. Just needed to unwind a bit after sifting through all the graduate applications this week."

"How are you liking my chances?" Chloe queried.

"Well, yours was a strong application. I can't say too much but you're likely to get past the first stage."

"I really would love to get it this year. My current job has been fine but I just feel like I am ready for a new challenge and I know how good an opportunity it is."

"Well, you're very bright and have built up good experience now. So, I think you have a good chance this year."

"Really? That's good to know." Chloe said, her eyes flicking up and down me as though she were making a decision. "What if I wanted to make it a great chance?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, like, how much of a say do you have on the decision process?"

"Well, I am the lead person on it, so I sit on the panel. I guess that makes me pretty involved. Why do you ask?"

Chloe sipped the final part of her drink and played with the straw. She smiled again and guided a stray strand of her golden hair back behind one ear. She leaned towards me and ushered me in closer.

"Look, I am going to be honest. I really need to get on the programme this year. It is such a good opportunity and I feel like I am ready for it after 3 years not getting it. I also feel like I am pretty good at reading people, so I have a question for you. I don't want you to feel awkward or anything, but can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"Are you...one of those foot guys?"

"What do you mean?" I responded initially, my mind racing to plan what to say next.

"Well, it's just, I kind of saw you looking down at my feet lots of times tonight. Like, at times quite obviously. Then, just now that whole chat about my pedicure. Honestly, it's fine if you are, no judgement. It just seemed like you have a bit of an interest in them. So, I thought I would ask. Are you into feet or something?"

My heart was starting to beat faster in my chest and I felt heat warming my face and neck. I took a sip of my drink before responding.

"What if I was?"

"Ok, I'll take that as a yes." Chloe giggled. "I mean, I sort of knew about guys who are into it. I knew a girl at university who had one of those pages where she sold foot pics, so knew some guys are into it. I just never met one before!"

"Well, you have now. But what made you ask?"

"Well, full disclosure, I had a little idea. I really want to get on the programme this year. Like, a lot. And I just thought maybe that if I was to let you play with my feet or something that you might be willing to help me out on getting the job. If that was something you were interested in?"

"You're saying you will let me worship your feet if I help you get a graduate job?"

"What do you think? I mean, it seems a fair trade doesn't it? After all, you did agree how cute my little toes look..." Chloe sighed.

As she spoke, Chloe raised one of her sandal clad feet and brushed it against the inside of my leg. She placed an elbow on the table and leaned her chin on it, locking her steel blue eyes with mine.

"Do we have a deal?" She asked.

"I think that seems like a fair trade." I replied, my mouth dry.

"Yay!" She giggled. "Just need to pay up for these and we can get a taxi back to my place. My friends will be out to all hours so we shouldn't be disturbed."

We hastily paid and booked a taxi. Chloe lived in a house share with two other girls on the fringe of the student area of town. She flicked me mischievous glances and pointed her gaze down to her flexing toes on the car floor as the taxi glided through the city streets. The journey flew by and I found myself walking up the steps to Chloe's shared house. It was a terraced house, spread over 3 floors. She quickly unlocked and opened the door and we slipped inside.

"Do you want a glass of water? Or another drink?" Chloe asked.

"Water would be good thanks." I replied.

Chloe retrieved two glasses of water from the kitchen before we climbed the stairs. Her room was on the top floor and consisted of a queen size bed against the far wall with bedside tables either side. A wardrobe was against the wall on the right as you went in, with clothes sticking out and a pile of shoes inside the bottom. Below the front facing window was a small sofa. An ensuite bathroom was tucked through a door into the left.

"Not a bad sized room for a house share."

"I made sure to pay more in rent to get it. My days of sharing bathrooms are long gone. So, how do you want to do this?"

"Maybe on the sofa?" I replied.

We moved to the sofa and placed our drinks of water on the small end table beside it. Chloe sat on the right side of the sofa and reclined, outstretching her arms on the armrest and back of the sofa. Her toned legs extended along the sofa towards me, her sandal clad feet dangling off the edge.

"So, how does this work? I am assuming you have done something like this before? Playing with feet I mean."

"A few times, yeah. It depends really on what you are happy with."

"Why don't you talk me through it, and I can decide what I am happy with."

"Ok, well. Normally I would remove your shoes, massage your feet. Then maybe move to sniff, kiss and lick them. Some toe sucking. Really stuff like that."

"Sounds ok so far. But you really like doing that? I mean, my feet must be fairly ripe and dirty from walking around in open toed shoes all night."

"It works for me."

"Really?" Chloe replied with surprise. "Well, I guess I am new to this. Anything else?"

"Well, sometimes I would be naked. There might be a footjob or I would jerk off whilst I am worshipping the feet."

"Ok, well there is my first limit. I am not touching your dick with my feet. I guess it is fine if you want to wank yourself off. But I can see how it goes. Start with taking my shoes off, they have been killing me all night."

I moved onto the sofa and softly raised Chloe's feet into my lap. I could see where the straps from the sandals were rubbing her feet, around her ankles and across the tops of her toes. I gently opened the buckles on her sandals and slid the straps loose. She let out a short sigh of relief as I slid the sandals from her feet. Her soles were creamy but visibly reddened in patches around the ball of her foot. The outer edges of her feet were slightly rubbed by the shoes. I raised one of the heels to my face and inhaled from the leather sole.

"Oh my god! Did you just sniff my worn shoe!?"

"Sorry, yeah. I forgot to say that is something I like to do."

"Wow, this is really an education. It is so funny finding out you're such a freak for feet! Do they at least smell good?"

"Like opening a fine bottle of wine." I replied with a smile.

"I doubt that. But I'll take it as a compliment, I guess. Flattery will get you everywhere. Well, maybe not everywhere but everywhere below my ankles." Chloe laughed. "I think you should massage them now."

I was pleasantly surprised by the firmness in Chloe's tone. Following her orders, I cradled her feet in my hands and began to slowly and tenderly knead them between my fingers. She let out a short sigh of contentment and cocked her head back, looking towards the ceiling as she exhaled.

"How does that feel?" I asked.

"Fuck, I needed this. Suppose it is one benefit of knowing a foot guy, plenty of foot massages on demand."

"Well, I do aim to please."

"I am not pleased yet. Just slightly entertained. Oh just there..." Chloe trailed off as I rubbed the centre of her sole.

The skin was visibly reddened, clearly a pressure point from the sole of her sexy sandals.

"Between wearing heels in work, being in the gym 4 times a week topped off with those heels tonight I feel like my feet really needed it."

"They look amazing even still. Just needed some TLC."

"Hmm, guess you're right. Maybe a little kiss would make them feel better..."

Chloe's mischievous eyes met mine as she raised her right foot from my grip and moved it up my chest. I leaned forwards and maintained eye contact as I softly kissed the tip of her big toe and across the top of her foot. The tangy aroma began to hit my nostrils and I could feel my excitement growing rigid in my jeans.

"Still giving an aroma of fine wine up close?" Chloe asked.

"Definitely..." I replied with a sigh between kisses.

"You sure? Going by my old gym socks I thought it would be more like cheese and vinegar! Maybe check again?" Chloe said.

With a smile on her face she slipped her foot from my lips and pressed her toes and the ball of her foot against my nose. I let out an involuntary groan and my body slumped forward as I drank in the scent of her foot. The pungent fragrance was more intense up close but only fuelled my desires further.

"Mmm, that's it, let those intrusive thoughts win." Chloe giggled as she flexed her fragrant toes against my nose and lips. "What are they telling you to do now?"

"To get out of these clothes..." I sighed, drinking in the scent from Chloe's foot.

"I agree. But make it quick." She purred.

Chloe leaned back at her end of the sofa, legs outstretched towards me as she watched me undress. I hastily threw off my jacket and unbuttoned my shirt. My excitement was visibly bulging in my jeans as I unbuttoned them and slid them down my legs. As I kicked off my shoes and socks, I moved to return to the sofa but Chloe had other ideas.

"Hmm, maybe not. I think you'd look better on the floor. And...do you have a different definition of naked to me? Slip those boxers off too."

I complied, dropping my boxers to my ankles and kicking them off onto the floor. I knelt on the floor before Chloe, taking her dainty feet into my hands once more. Her gaze surveyed me as I knelt on the floor, her judging eyes weighing me up as I carefully kneaded her feet between my fingers. She cocked her head to one side and I saw her eyes fixed on my surging cock between my legs.

"Well, that's disappointing..." Chloe said drily.

"What do you mean? Am I not as big as you were expecting?"

"No, quite the opposite. Your cock is bigger than I expected. Just a shame it is attached to a dirty little foot perv..." She replied.

As Chloe spoke, she slipped her left foot free from my grip and pressed it to my face, rubbing her sticky sole against my cheek and wriggling her toes against my forehead. She smirked down at me as I greedily massaged her right foot between my hands whilst sniffing her left, only able to emit sighs and groans in response.

"So, tell me. Have you done this with previous girlfriends?"

"A few, yes." I replied between sniffs and kisses of Chloe's toes.

"And they were into it?"

"Some more than others."

"Ha! Not surprising. I can't see many women getting weak at the knees over a guy who gets so hot sniffing sweaty feet and sucking on toes. Speaking of which, make sure to get all of them."

I followed Chloe's lead and grasped both of her feet gently, wrapping my hands around their outer edges and pressing my thumbs softly into her soles. I leaned forward and took her pedicured toes into my mouth. She giggled as I emitted another weak whimper as the overpowering flavour washed over my lips and tongue. I sucked on each of her toes individually, the intense flavour of each hitting me like waves breaking against an exposed shore. Once I had eagerly sucked the first coating of flavour from each, I began taking her toes two or three at a time into my mouth, swirling my tongue around and between each one.

"God, you're really getting into this. It's like you're devouring your last meal." Chloe sighed, cocking her head to the other side and resting her head on her right hand against the back of the sofa. "Might as well entertain me whilst you do it. Tell me your ideal office fantasy when I get the graduate job."

"Why? Would you be up for acting it out?" I asked keenly.

"Don't get yourself too excited. I assure you this foot stuff is doing a lot less for me than it is for you." Chloe said, flicking her judging eyes once again down to my pulsing cock between my legs. "But if it interests me I might. So go on, what would it be?"

"Well, you would be in heels in the office."

"Obviously...what type?"

"Open toe. Possibly wedge heel sandals."

"Ooh! I do like how those look on my feet. What pedicure would I have?"

"French tipped." I replied, continuing to kiss and suck on Chloe's wriggling toes.

"Not my favourite. But looks good for holidays and weddings. What happens next?"