NUNKIES THE SHOE SALESPERSON
By Michele Patterson
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On the way home from a very long day at the office, you feel a sudden
urge for a shoe fix.  

You Pull into your favorite shoe store, checking the mirror before
walking inside.  You wonder around for a while, enjoying the thrill of
the hunt for The Perfect Pair of Shoes.  Suddenly, you stop, "Oh," you
gasp, "these are just to die for."

"That can be arranged," a silky-smooth voice whispers in your ear.

Recognizing the voice, you smile as you turn.  "Ah, I see my favorite
shoe salesperson IS working tonight.  Perhaps you can help me."

"Always here to please, my dear."  

As you sashay over to a chair, you notice the rest of the store is
empty.   Settling yourself in your chair, you look up in time to catch
his eyes traveling down your body.  You decide to flirt outrageously.

"I'm looking for something different …. Something …. Sexy …. Something
to bring the men to their knees so to speak."

"I know just the thing."  He turns away and your eyes glaze as he
bends over for a box of shoes.

You try to regain a bit of your composure as he kneels at your feet. 
You quickly kick your shoes off and stick your foot out.  With a small
smile, Nunkies takes your foot in his hand and slowly slides the shoe
onto your foot.  You discretely wipe the drool from your chin as he
repeats the performance on your other foot.

"I'll take them!" you blurt out.

Chuckling at your enthusiasm, LaCroix rises to his feet and offers you
his hand.  Drawing you close to his cool, hard body, he arches an
eyebrow and says "I want to see you in them….walk for me….bring me to
my knees."

Unable to resist the challenge, you decide to do just that!

You slowly turn, take a few steps and with your arms akimbo you
daintily hold out a foot.  "See how lovely it makes my foot look, how
nicely it's…." KRASH!  Not being able to keep your balance due to
Nunklear meltdown, you fall off the other shoe - sideways even -
managing to take out a shoe display on your way down.

Just a little mortified, your vision is filled with LaCroix's face. 
Trying not to laugh, he asks "My dear, are you okay?  You're looking a
little flushed."

"Uh, yeah, I love them, I'll take them, I'll just wear them around the
house with socks for a while and they'll be fine, really, I'm okay,
I'm fine." You murmur as you scramble to your feet and limp your way
back into the chair.

He once again kneels at your feet and circles your ankle with one
hand, gently slipping the offending shoe off your foot.  

"Yes," he says, "let's get you out of these."  He takes your foot into
both hands and starts to firmly massage your foot.  You sigh in
pleasure, the feel of Nunkies' wonderful hands on your foot starting a
major meltdown.  Nunkies removes your other shoe and continues the
massage.  

*Damn, you think, shoulda worn that dress.*  And smile mischievously. 
You whisper with a glint in your eyes, "I got you to your knees."

With just a smile, Nunkies places a hand on the top of each foot.  He
holds your eye as he starts sliding his hands up your feet.  He glides
his hands to your calves, behind and then up on your knees.  As he
starts up your thighs, he raises up between your legs, stopping a
hair's breath from your lips and whispers "Would you like to ... try
on another pair?"



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NA, +<;-); FoRP, LFN, Royette
"Some mornings, it's just not worth chewing through the leather
restraints... "