Sonja's Story Ch. 04
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The day was warm, with clear blue skies and only the lightest gust of wind whispering past Sonja's face. It was Saturday, almost ten minutes to three in the afternoon, and Sonja was walking from the bus stop to her hypnotherapy appointment with Dr. Dotz.
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Sonja had become accustomed to her new heels over the course of the last week, and now she enjoyed the satisfying way they struck the pavement as she walked. They were a pair of black kitten heels with an open toe, and from their ends could be seen most of Sonja's toes, each painted with royal blue nail polish.
Her fingernails were painted to match, and she had worn her brand new blue sundress to match. She had worn the dress out with coworkers the night before, but only for a couple hours before coming home and changing into something more comfortable and going to bed.
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Sonja looked down at her shoes and her painted toes, and wondered if the colors didn't clash a little bit. She wasn't really an expert, but she thought the outfit worked better when she had worn the wedge-heeled sandals the night before. Sonja had debated wearing them today, but the heel was taller and harder for her to walk in, especially for the ten-or-so minute hike from the bus stop to Dr. Dotz's office. Ultimately she decided on the kitten heels, secure in the knowledge that she had worn them for the whole week at work without any issues.
Besides, she was pretty sure she had spent most of last week laying on the couch without her shoes anyway, and once the heels were off it wouldn't matter. She'll see how good they look, Sonja thought, and the sound of her heels against the pavement invaded her thought process just enough to distract her from reflecting on that statement. Surely, if she had consciously realized it, she would have sworn she wasn't trying to impress anyone, anywhere.
But that wasn't quite true. Not anymore.
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Thomas was sitting at his receptionist's desk in the lobby when Sonja arrived just a few minutes before her appointment. He watched her through the transparent glass of the door as she paused to look at her reflection. With the bright light of the afternoon sun, the glare against the glass kept her from seeing inside, but showed her reflection in sharp detail.
He remembered that she had done the same thing the week before, but whereas last week she had seemed almost startled by her own reflection, today she seemed unbothered, even taking her time to adjust her hair and fix her dress.
Her dress!
Thomas felt shocked. He wasn't sure if he was more surprised to see her in a dress or more surprised at how well she wore it. It was a modest piece that didn't show off any cleavage, but it cut off just below the knee, and Thomas thought that was more leg than he'd ever see on Sonja of all people.
And they aren't bad, he thought, as Sonja opened the door, triggering the small bell attached to the top of the doorjamb. As she turned to close the door behind her, Thomas shot a surreptitious glance first to her buttocks, then down the back of her legs to where her feet settled into black heels.
His jaw actually dropped as he leered at her ankles and the curve of her calves, but he quickly closed it again, and when Sonja turned back around to greet him, Thomas held her eye to eye.
"Welcome back, Sonja! That dress looks great!"
For her part, Sonja was not able to hold his gaze for long. Her face reddened at the happy greeting, and she cast her eyes downward shyly. She wasn't used to compliments like that, and one from Thomas had been especially unexpected.
"Thank you, it's brand new. I'll just, um... have a seat." She turned slowly to look at the row of stuffed, cozy-looking chairs in the lobby and took a few strides.
Thomas smiled kindly at her as she turned away, but she didn't see. He went back to watching her, gazing between her feet tucked into their black heels and the outline of her breasts against her dress. He thought it still left too much to the imagination, but it was way better to look at than that sweatshirt two weeks before.
Sonja stood there for a moment, clueless of the eyes roving over her, still looking at the row of chairs. Their colors had swapped again. The brown chair was back on the far right of the row where it had been originally, but now the blue chair she had waited in last week was gone.
Slowly, she took a step forward, her heel clicking softly against thin carpet. She wasn't sure why it mattered, but for some reason she felt like it did. Blue had felt good, but now it was gone. She could go back to brown, but...
Sonja squinted at it, and decided no, she would go with green this time. It felt like a good replacement for blue, but the brown... the brown just felt wrong now.
Thomas watched her wheels spin and then, when she finally made her decision and sat down, he looked down at the paper on his desk and wrote down a few quick observations to pass on to the doctor.
Dress. Heels. Makeup. Green ch.
Used the door glass like a mirror.