Footwear #1

Dane was horny, he wanted to fuck, but he didn’t want to just fuck, he needed to FUCK! In big capital letters!
He’d been watching Angela all day, he’d watched her smiling at customers, laughing with Julie the other assistant behind the make up counter. He’d fantasized about himself and her as he tidied the shoes on the shelves of his own department. He was besotted, he was crushing on her so badly that when she came over and nudged him he nearly pissed himself!
“I want you to stay after work, I need you.” She whispered demandingly.
“Huh?” Was all he could say before she sauntered back to her station. “Fuck!” He thought as he pondered the chance she had read his mind, then eventually shook the notion out of his head.

“NEED ME!” Dane whispered as the clock neared five thirty… and then as home time arrived he stood awkwardly in his area wondering what to do? Dave his department leader came through their area with his coat and bag and looked at Dane quizically.
“You okay bud? It’s home time.” He asked.
“Yeah I’m okay, just lost track of time, I’m coming.” He answered looking for Angela as he started toward the staff area.
“Okay, no rush, Angie can let you out, night!” Dave called as he continued to the exit.
“Oh cool, see you tomorrow.” Dane called back looking around the empty ground floor of the store. Dane couldn’t see Angela anywhere, he wondered what she wanted, he wondered if she was just fucking with his head. He’d seen her look at him before and then laugh with her co worker. He was sure it was a cruel prank in the making, so with a despondent look he sloped off to collect his coat from the staff room. He slowly pushed the ‘colleague only’ door open, but before he could open it all the way the lights went out throughout the store.

“SHIT!” He cursed out load as he turned and ran to the main entrance leaving his coat. That’s the last thing they did before locking themselves out at night. He raced through the floor, through racks of clothes, shoes and passed the make up counter where he saw the door. It was closed, no one there!
“Nooooo! SHIT!!!” He cried out as he shook the locked doors. He looked up and down and almost cried tears as he realised he couldn’t get out. He thought for a while and realised the only way was a fire exit but that would leave the store unlocked. He couldn’t do that, he didn’t have anyone’s number, he didn’t have an address. At that moment he resigned himself to a night at work because he couldn’t leave the place unlocked overnight.

Dane pushed his hands into his hair and screamed. He screamed until he felt his throat rasp painfully. “How could you be so fucking stupid?” He asked himself and the empty store floor quietly as he looked around tears welling up in his eyes. He thought Angela had done this on purpose, that’s why she’d laughed with her friend, she had planned this. He was feeling a mixture of emotions, anger, embarrassment, hopelessness. But then was jolted from his self pity by a loud voice over the store’s public address system.
“Colleague to footwear, Get your arse over here!” Came a demanding female voice that Dane recognised immediately, it was Angela’s voice.


5 thoughts on “Footwear #1

  1. Wow!! Just when I think your writing and creative mind…can’t get any better…because it is already aces…you write this!!!!! Damn! I need the next installment, and it’s too late to get it from you today daddy☹️ booooo!!! Footwear #2 please!
    Oh daddy you are such a tease
    Tsk tsk
    You make me itch like I have fleas…
    And for relief I scratch…
    Alas! I cannot touch my snatch!!😭
    I’m wearing a belt of chastity
    I know! It IS a travesty!!
    Your story (and you) make me wanna play!
    I wanna lay back and splay…
    And rub til I cum…
    Maybe even use my thumb…
    And yell your name out loud…
    But I can’t! I’m not allowed!
    Pooey daddy😖

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