Chapter 1 Monday AM
Helen got out of bed and showered ready for work. She was looking forward to the day ahead with some trepidation as her office, something of an outpost of empire, was expecting a new boss to be appointed. A thrusting young manager was being sent from Head Office to get their business back on track. They say that a new broom sweeps clean, or so her boyfriend said when she mentioned it, so it was not without anxiety that she approached the day ahead. She was a 25 year old insurance adviser and sales person in a branch office of a major brokerage. Her legs were so long she always got special attention and like to wear clothing to accentuate her assets.
She wore a smart mid grey business suit with short skirt, maybe shorter than she should, and fitted jacket which showed off her curves to good effect. Under the jacket was the tightest fitting white shirt she could find. The form of her pert breasts were accentuated by the silky embrace of the cotton fabric. Her dark shining hair hung loose about her shoulders.
She slipped her feet into black stiletto court shoes, pointed toes and 5 inch heels. Bare legs would show them off at their best. Her prowess in this respect would show the other girls in the office that she ruled. They had an unspoken contest to see who could wear the most outrageously sexy shoes to work, and she invariably played the trump card by sporting these pencil thin vertiginous heels. So with her tight sexy business suit, and her leather skyscraper heels she strode off to the office, a matter of half a mile's walk. She felt like she was flying as the 5 inch heels gave her the sensation that she was leaving the ground. Heels always made her feel this way, as if she had taken to the air and was above everyone else, the streets and houses too. She looked sensational even by her own admission as she stole a glance at her reflection in a shop window. It had crossed her mind that by turning up for work as an ultra sexy temptress it would make her job more secure than it had been under the old management.
She burst into the office with slightly more optimism, to see the other staff dressed to impress too. She did not feel too deflated because she had won the contest of the high heels and no-one else wore higher than a 4 inch heel. Dorothy, a lady in her forties had red shoes on with a peep toe and 4 inch heels. Still very trim for her years, she wore a paler grey trouser suit. The office junior, Dawn, had a tight short skirt, fitted black top and riding-style flat boots on. Helen's close colleague Dave was in a dark suit as usual but his best wedding/funeral suit so he looked smart too.
"No heels for him," thought Helen, with a smile. "Hi everyone, lovely morning!" she said. Dave perked up a bit as he saw her, about 35 with a young family he was nervous about the changes in the office.
The office was fully open plan except for the Manager's office which remained empty since Mrs Tyfield's retirement the previous Friday. The new manager had not yet arrived so the staff got down to the business of the day, shuffling paper, preparing policies and copying documents. The phones started ringing a few minutes later as potential clients and claimants started calling in. As this was going on a distinguished man in his early 40s appeared in the doorway. In a smart Jaeger suit and immaculate silk tie he waited for things to calm momentarily and introduced himself.
