I took a job as a shoe salesman all because my stepmom, Clair said I was hanging around the house way to much. I just graduated from high school for goodness sake and I was still trying to figure out what I wanted to do with my life. Clair was also complaining that I was gawking at her lustfully. And to tell the truth I probably was. I mean she's hot for a 41 year old ex fashion model. She's a blond blue eyed dream with big tits and a tight ass. Who wouldn't look, right? And how my 65 year old dad ended talking her into marrying him was beyond my understanding. Oh no wait I know how. It's because he's rich and he's a plastic surgeon.
Anyways the job I have is with a high end shoe store chain, we're talking expensive shoes, none of the cheap, made in China shit. I had to work in he evenings and close the store and I actually enjoyed working there. I also enjoy assisting all the rich ladies that come in. I get to help them pick out their shoes and help them try on and occasionally I get too look up their skirts. I just love the older women because they'll actually spread their legs a little so I can look. And the aroma of their pussies drives me wild.
Well I'm about to close up shop when low and behold my stepmom, Clair comes strutting in. She is wearing this short, strapless, low cut red dress that's showing off her every delicious asset. And when I say short, I mean just that, it barely covers her ass. She's wearing way too much make up and to tell the truth she looks like a hooker.
She walks up to the counter. "Frankie, I want to buy some stilettos."
Her speech was slurred and I immediately surmised that she'd been knocking back a couple at the tavern a few shops down. I get a lot of drunk ladies come in the store and yes Clair loves a bit of the grape per say. Shit she could barely stand up.
"I'm about to close up, Clair."
"I just want to see your stiletto department, Frank. Pleaseee." she said folding her hands in a pleading gesture.
I glanced out the store front and I see two big burly looking fellows standing by the mall fountain and they're looking in at her. They had most likely been the ones buying her wine all evening and they were more than likely wanting to reap their rewards. I shook my head. My stepmom was a slut. She and my dad has this open marriage agreement and I assume she's used the the hell out of it.
I walked over and pulled the security fence down and closed and locked the doors.
"Thank you, Sweetie." she winks.
"Fans?"
She shook her head, "No. What would give you that idea?"
I rolled my eyes, "Do you want me to give you a ride home?"
"Yes, but not now, honey I want to see the stilettos!" Clair chortles and takes me by the elbow and pressing her big tits against my arm.
"Clair, come on I'm tired and I just want to get out of here. It's been a long day."
"It's not like you got some hot date waiting on you, Frank."
I ignored the comment, "You have a closet full of stilettos. Why do you need more?"
She frowned and tweaked my nose, "Because, Frankie a woman can never have enough Stilettos."
I hated it when she called me, Frankie and she knew it. I took her by the arm and walked over to the security fence.
"Wait a minute! What are you doing?" she gasps.
"I don't have time for your bullshit, Clair! The store is closed and I want you to leave!"
"No Frank please! You know what they want from me. They both told me that they wanted to fuck me...at the same time. I don't want too..." she stopped.
"You don't want to fuck them huh?" I smirked.
Suddenly a hard knock came from outside the fence. "Hey dude is she gonna come out anytime soon?" a voice asked.
I took my keys from my pocket to unlock the gate and Clair grabbed my hand.
"Please, Frank don't send me out there."
I paused as if I were thinking on the matter.
"Okay! I know what you want, Frank!" she snaps and reaches under her dress and pulls down her white lacy thong and steps out of them. And as she bent over to pick them up, the bottom of the dress came up and exposes the cheeks of her ass.
"Oopsy!" she giggles and pulls her dress back in place. "Here's my underwear. I know how much you like them, Sweetie." she giggled and dangled the garment in front of my face.
I turned beet red. The bitch was referring to the pair of panties of hers that she'd found under my bed. I had jerked off on them, fantasizing about her. I could smell her pussy on the little thong as she waves it in front of my nose, and damn did it smell good.
"We all have our little fetishes, Frank. And I swear to you that I have never told your father about how you like jerking off on my panties," she stroked the side of my face with the back of her fingertips, "That's always been our little secret."
I took the thong from her. It appears my Clair has a secret fetish herself. I pushed the crotch against my nose. It was moist and smelled delicious.
I turned around, "You two need to get the hell out of here, before I call security!" I shouted.
"Wait a minute, kid. We bought that bitch drinks all night long, she owes us a blow job!" A second voice said.
"I said get out of here! I'm calling security right now!" I shouted.
"Fuck it!" the voice said again, then he kicked the gate which caused Clair you yelp and she stepped back.
"Come on, Ron let's get out of here, like the kid said. We can still nail that little redhead."
"Yeah, that's right. Fuck you, you old bitch! Your pussy stinks anyways." Ron yelled and gave the security fence a parting kick!
I listened as the two walk off and then I turned around. Clair was trembling and she had her hands to her mouth and there were tears rolling down her cheeks. "Are you okay, Clair?"
She shook her, head, "No."
I wrapped my arms around her and she cried against my shoulder. I patted her back, "You're safe, Clair. Calm down."
