Shiori had just completed her internship at Wayland Enterprises. A multinational company with its hands in the dough in many matters.
Graduated in economics and management engineering at the fifth university of Tokyo, with an American father and a strong investor, she had the road paved inside.
In front of her were two other interns. Jun Hi from China and Ksenia Rolubovola from Russia.
Together they signed a contract for a 15-year job at Wayland's London office.
Shiori didn't know how to move around the city and didn't know that a metro would take her home from the company in just 7 stops. She found out thanks to Jason but only in the afternoon, when he accompanied her.
The next day, in fact, he discovered something...
She harbored a desire and a secret.
Her computer had huge amounts of podiagraphy material. Some women dressed but with their feet visible. Many barefoot and many with dirty feet. Then she had Brazilian videos of women playing all kinds of games associated with their feet. But she didn't like it when domination was involved.
While she was in the elevator, going down into the parking lot, she was scrolling through a digital store where she bought one of these videos. A pink-haired girl was licking her dirty feet.
The elevator stopped, lowered her glasses, and the doors opened to show the parking lot. Here, not far from her car, she saw a colleague of hers throwing her heels into the car before getting into.
Then she saw two curious rings at her feet, then her nails of a varied and elegant blue. The fact that she was dressed in white contrasted with the whole situation. So Shiori enjoyed the scene for a few seconds, advancing in very small steps towards her car just four cars away from hers.
The keys then fell to her colleague and bending down to pick them up she showed all the black collected from a day spent barefoot for the offices and parking. Shiori's heart didn't stop beating. Then the colleague left with the car.
She climbed into her car.
And every time she blinked, those dirty feet appeared in her mind.
She remained with the thought of those feet all the way... A woodworm that she could not have easily removed.
"Weren't those feet the most beautiful and vivid ever seen?"
They were long. At least a 9.
Between her thighs she was soaked.
She looked for an alley, a place to let her car out of the tinted windows.
She got out only to get on the passenger side. She made to take his dildo in the drawer; but she remembered that sketch of the last time.
"Nandayo"
So she went home. There, in the bathtub she would have vented.
But the surprises would certainly not be over.
The next day, she would wear only white clothes.
Then would have asked the reception guys whose car it was.
But it was useless. The photo of her "infatuation" ran through the panels of the office.
"Claude, who is that?"
"Delinda Bishop, London attachΓ© of the Asian section. You work for Darius Ahmed, she is your boss."
"Ah... Thank you..."
So she went back to her desk. Where started looking for a low-priority job that had been asked of her by Darius himself. She carried it out with extreme meticulousness and zeal. Then, Darius began to observe the entrance to his study.
When Delinda Bishop entered in Darius study, she played her cards...
She unfastened the strap of her sandals and then tied it behind her heel and went to play them.