Dane stood for a moment in shock, his heart was thumping suddenly, he felt sick.
She was still there! His mind filled with questions, question after question poured into his mind. Was she alone, what did she want, why were they locked in? Dane suddenly felt fear, excitement, apprehension. What the hell was she up to? “Colleague to footwear NOW!” Came a second loud silence shattering demand through the store’s speakers. Dane jumped and found himself automatically scampering to his station in footwear as if the store manager had barked the order.
As he rounded the large Mayballene make up display and approached his area he could make out someone sat on the central footwear trial island. As he got closer he saw it was Angela alone, she was sat cross legged waving her foot ahead of her impatiently. “About bloody time!” She said testily holding up a dark stiletto healed shoe. “Size 6!” She continued like the customer from hell. “What? You want to try shoes?” Dane said incredulously. “Well why else would I call you here!?” She laughed gesturing rudely with the shoe at her shocked colleague. “Can’t we do this in the morning Angela?” Dane asked wearily with all fantasies drifting away from his mind. “Just get the damned shoes will you!?” She bit back at his apathy.
Dane stood for a second looking anywhere but at his beautiful colleague, he was trying not to let her see his disappointment. But Angie saw it and was revelling in it, his body expressed his disappointment all too clearly. Then as he turned away like a grumpy teen he took the shoe and sloped off to the stockroom. Angie grinned so widely her face was aching as her plan started to come to fruition.
Her heart was pounding and her abdomen ached from arousal, she could feel wetness on her slight silky panties as she sat, opened her legs and gently touched herself through the thin smooth material. She was hot, she was horribly horny and she was also terrified that Dane wouldn’t respond as she wanted, but she was here now pulling a fantasy she’d had for weeks into reality. She’d watched him looking at her, she knew he was crushing, she knew he was fantasizing, she’d seen the occasional ample bulge that Dane tried to hide with Brogues or pumps. She smiled slyly as a light switched on in her head, she quickly stood lifted her skirt and slipped the moist panties off. She then giggled as she tossed them onto the floor in the path that Dane would take on his return.
Dane switched on the storeroom light and looked miserably at the pile of boxes in the ladies section, he found the shoe, then pulled the size from the stack. He opened the box and looked at the scarily pointed toe and impossibly high heel. He smiled for a moment as it dawned that he’d get to slip these onto Angela’s foot. Suddenly the thought of her long silky smooth legs perked him up and he left the room with almost a spring to his step.
Angie heard the heavy storeroom door clank shut as her panties hit the floor. She quickly brushed her black pencil skirt down over her hips and sat back down to face where he’d cross her wet panties. She tried to look impatient and nonchalantly pissed. Dane walked where she’d hoped and as she’d also hoped saw the small pair of red panties. Dane slowed and looked at knickers and thought that he didn’t see those a minute or two ago. He stopped and looked at them then at Angela, he smiled and tried to see a reaction from his crush, but none came. “Well? Size 6?” Came the same abrupt voice from his beautiful colleague.