"Well another day, another dollar right?" Ken declared much too cheerily for someone opening a shoe store on a Monday morning.
"Yeah. Now shut the fuck up and get out on the floor. I'll guard the cash register." Chris replied trying to sound less annoyed with his chipper coworker than he was. There weren't a lot of things in the world that annoyed him quite like people who could be bright eyed and bushy tailed before nine o'clock. Unfortunately for Ken one of the other things on his top ten list happened to have also occurred. He hadn't had time to stop by and pick up a cup of coffee along the way. Normally he'd be sipping it while walking the aisles making sure the people who closed the night before had done their job properly dressing everything down but right now the only thing he wanted was to be left alone and that meant getting rid of Ken in the most efficient way possible.
"Sure, I'm on it. Make sure all the shoes look pretty for the people who won't be here probably until next shift but certainly for another three hours." Ken shot back, again far to happy.
It was true though, in both of their experience the only reason you kept a shoe store open on a weekday before noon was to receive shipments, deal with the odd door to door salesmen who couldn't read the no solicitors sign and of course the dreaded inspection from management. The last one was especially frustrating since it usually involved trying to bulshit your way through a shouting boss who'd found some stray hair out of place that the closing crew should have taken care of but didn't in their haste to get home and you hadn't had time to take care of.
Ken didn't mind in the least, he liked mornings. He did have his cup of coffee (not that he needed it) and his big breakfast. The only downside for him in working mornings was that he inevitably got stuck with someone who was a grouch until noon. In fairness to Chris he was far from the worst, as long as Ken stayed out of sight and out of mind Chris wouldn't so much as blink in his direction.
The store had been open for a little over an hour and Ken had managed to get every display in tip top shape when the door chime went crazy going off at least seven times in rapid succession. "Goddamnit, Ken go turn off the alarm and if you think we need to lock the door. We don't want the wind whipping it open and breaking it. Again."
Ken was halfway to the front of the store when he stopped in his tracks. He'd been expecting that Chris was right and the wind was just getting out of hand pushing the door open, the sight of six girls who looked like they'd stepped straight out of an MTv Spring Break video was not what he'd been expecting. "Wow."
"Hey don't just stand there with your mouth open, ask if you can help us!" A red head in a short white skirt and a pink tube top called.
"Of course, how can I help you." Ken stammered. He was having a hard time keeping his eyes on their faces. Judging by the way the red head had turned her hips slightly and just out her chest none of them particularly minded his ogling.
"Well duh, we're here for shoes. I assume you can bring us some?" The redhead asked with a giggle. "By the way I'm Rena, this is Lara and since we're the only ones buying anything today you don't need to remember my friend's names." There was a collective rolling of eyes and groaning. "What, he's having a hard enough time telling our faces apart as it is. I bet if me and Lara switched tops he's be confused all over again."
"Sorry." Ken felt his face flush.
The ladies let the embarrassment sink in for a second then Rena spoke. "Don't worry about it. Just bring me two pairs of boots, one black, one red, thigh high and Lara?"
"I'll go fetch my own heels thank you. I would never trust a man to pick out shoes. C'mon girls." Lara replied.
"You really should. It's not like you want me to fuck you, so you know you've got it right when a man is excited about your shoes!" Rena called bouncing on her heels her miniskirt flaring as she did. "Oh, and take me to the dressing area, I'll wait."
"Right this way." Ken said making a brief motion and then leading Rena towards the back of the store. He made a point of pausing at the register just long enough for Chris to get a good look at her. "I'll be helping a customer, there are a few more who may need some assistance." The two men exchanged glance and then Ken continued to the back guiding Rena to a bench. "Just wait a minute, let me get your measurements."
He pulled out a small metal foot shaped device and sank down to one knee. "May I?"
Rena gave the fakest, sweetest, smile she could muster and extended her foot toward him. "You may." She made certain she poured the sugar on thick enough.
Ken hesitated only a moment before untying her tennis shoe and slipping it off, then reaching for the other. Rena kept from giggling as he delicately placed her foot on the metal device and measured her foot.
God, she has such cute, sexy, little feet.
Ken thought hoping she assumed he was staring so intently at the way her tiny toes wriggled in her socks because he was determined to do the best job possible. "I really should measure them both just to be absolutely certain." He extended his hand for the other foot only briefly looking up at Rena who lifted the other foot. Ken took his time gently unlacing the shoe and setting it next to the other repeating the measuring process.
So sexy.
"I'll be right back with a couple of pairs that I think you'll like."
Rena giggled lightly at the sight of Ken disappearing down one of the aisles. He was practically skipping. It probably wasn't every day that a woman like her paid attention to him even in a playful way and she was dressed like some kind of teeny bopper. It was just adorable, college guys always tried to pretend like they didn't actually notice how attractive she was, it got old. It was refreshing to be back around guys who were a little easier to read.
"Holy shit." Ken whispered to himself as he started quickly walking up and down the boot aisle. "I know they're around here somewhere. He smiled when he found the perfect two pair and then pulled up a third and a fourth set balancing all the boxes and returning to kneel at her perfectly petite feet.
"Four boxes? But I only asked for two." Rena said with a smile.
"I strive to please. That's what we do here is provide the best possible service. Now let's start with these if you'll excuse my French 'Fuck Me' boots that you requested."
Rena smiled and allowed him to zip her into a pair of white boots. They were definitely hooker boots, laces from her ankle all the way up to her knee, thick platforms with an even higher heel (thankfully not stiletto since she didn't want to break an ankle) and glossy. After Ryan helped her to her feet Rena took a moment to try them out marching back and forth for her attentive crowd before letting him lace her into an identical black pair for a repeat performance.
