The young man with a hand truck loaded with shoe boxes waited for the receptionist at the spa entry.
"Christophe darling, so nice to see you again." she said with an exaggerated air kiss to both cheeks.
"Susi you are looking wonderful as always. Ms. Rachael said I should come over to see Mrs. Smith."
"Yes, she set me a text. Mrs. Smith is in room 7. I will go and tell her you are here."
Susi knocks quietly on the door to waken the resting Christine. "Rachael has sent over some shoes for you to try on."
"Really?"
"Yes. She thought it would be perfect when you meet the owners later this evening. Christophe Shoes has a purveyor relationship with the hotel. The owner's son is waiting in the entry. Should I tell him its ok to see you?"
"Mmmm. I already have shoes. If I say yes, do you think it is ok for me to wear only this lounge gown to see him?" Rachael asks as she holds her cell phone to her chest.
"I can assure you do not have shoes like these and Rachael said the hotel is picking up the tab. I'd go for it if I were you. The robe is fine. It is what Rachael wears all the time when she chooses her shoes."
"Just give me a minute to finish my phone call to my daughter Brianna."
Putting the phone to her ear, Christine continues her story of what is going on...
"No, I don't really know what is going to happen but it sounds a bit like cross between a job interview and a casting call. They are pampering me like crazy and I had a waxing so I am baby smooth all over. Never felt so bald as an adult. I think the evening will be over by 11:30, why don't you come and stay over again. I really like the way we are so open with each other and, if I may say so, the way you eat pussy has me all wet again. Do come and if you want to bring your roommate that would be ok. Both of you dress up as the women you are, I want to see you as you want to be seen. If your friend does not want to come tonight, make sure she comes for breakfast. Do come, I really want to see you again and also to meet her before I head back." Christine pleaded before closing off and opening the door.
"Mrs. Smith? I'm Christophe and I brought about a dozen pairs in different styles in and around your size. Whenever you are ready we can measure standing, sitting, then learn what kind of outfit will you be wearing this evening - conservative, sexy, or erotic? Once I know, we can match the high heel style to the outfit for a complete look. Shall we begin?" was less of question and more of a direction.
"Might was well start now." Christine said as she opened the door to her private room and admitted the slim 20-something year old in.
Christophe immediately knelt on the floor just in front of the divan. He took a measuring instrument and small moleskin pad out of his murse and waited.
"Let's begin with you standing. Left foot on the instrument please."
Christine took off the spa issued sandal and felt his soft hand guide her foot. He adjusted the length and width sliders and carefully stroked and adjusted her toes. He touched each toe softly as he lengthened it out and then spread it so they all took their natural shape.
"Mmmm Beautiful. That's it. Stand tall and put all you weight on it."
She felt his hand at the back of ankle and his gently caress urging her calf into a more upright position.
"Perfect." 7.5 for the left foot he wrote into his diary.
"Now the right foot please Mrs. Smith."
Without getting off his knees, Christophe continued then indicated that Christine should sit on the divan.
"I like to take multiple measurements since we wear shoes differently and they need to behave. Could you sit back, relax and cross your legs for a moment."
Christine followed the instructions and, after crossing her legs, she felt Christophe touch her feet.
"May I?"
"Yes of course." Christine offered, unsure of what he was really asking. She could not help but notice the somewhat unusual focused attention on her feet along with what appeared to be a growing bulge in the of his tan slacks.
Christophe softly cradled her raised foot and stroked the arch and then the instep from ankle to toe. A soft smile appeared on his lips as he relished fondling his client's foot.
"You have beautiful feet and in such perfect condition. Rarely do I see anything like this - even on very young women." he cooed as he continued to caress her feet. His left hand slid up her shin and folded back the hem of the robe to expose her knee. He looked directly at her legs as he guided the leg a little further outward allowing the gown to gap between her thighs.
"Wonderful legs. Perfect for what I have in mind." he offered as he gently placed her foot down on his thigh and reached for the Brannock measuring device.
"Do you know they have not made a better one of these, since this company started in 1927? Let me put your left foot down."
Christophe gently took her foot, slid it slightly down and along this thigh then placed it carefully into the instrument, fiddled with the sliders, measured and noted the change in size.