The Shoe Clerk

I am working my way through undergraduate school as a shoe clerk in a very good female shoe store. My major is unimportant but I am studying Environmental Biology just the same. I just started my junior year and have been working in this store for more than two years.

I was hired because I belong to the right sorority. Besides I like good shoes. You can take the 10 % discount and shove it. But some times there are good deals so that I can add to my collection. I don't have as many as Elena Marcus but I am young still.

I know my shoes. I found out that I do enjoy feeling the feet of the women that come into this store. The women that shop here have money by inheritance or they are married to it. They reek of money.

Even the older ones are in good shape. They have the money to pay cooks to watch their diet and the country club has trainers handy to see that they work out enough to stay fairly trim. When all else fails they spend a couple of week at a retreat where they are starved and exercised enough to lose the unwanted holiday pounds.

I often get treated to the view of women that come in to try on shoes that deliberately do not put on underpants. They sit there crossing and uncrossing there legs making sure that I get a good view of their vaginas. Some are shaved as smooth as babies others have jewelry attached to the hoods over their clitorises. Some have the jewelry actually piecing their clitorises. Some have ear rings hanging from both sides of their labia lips. Some have so much hair they almost look like animals between their legs anyway.

Normally I behave and just slip into the back room to frig my pussy to take the edge off. Some women make overt passes at me. Others act like they never showed me their cunts deliberately. They just fling the plastic and sign the receipt. They walk out the door with the plastic bags swinging like the hand bag of a cheap hooker.

This store is located next to the anchor store in the mall. All the shops next to it are high end stores. The average person that walks in takes one look at the price tags and walk out. When it is slow I have text books handy to read and mark with my hi-liter.

Some times things are just too good to turn down. Yesterday a customer that comes in pretty regularly and buys several pairs of shoes at a time on plastic came in with her daughter. She was obviously a parochial student. She was dressed in the typical white blouse with rounded collar, plaid skirt, Navy sweater hung over her shoulders with the arms tied over her chest. She had on white Nikes and ankle socks.

I was guessing her age to be 15 or 16. As Mrs. Carter told me. "Vickie darling please bring me those satin pumps in the window with the 245 something number on them to try on for the dance tonight at the country club. I knew the brocaded silk pumps she was talking about.

I knew her size and knew better than to ask. She would lie and say her foot was a half size smaller than it really was. I just got the right size and made sure she never saw the size. As I sat on the stool in front of her she placed her foot on the stool and as I was putting her foot into the shoe I looked at the daughter. She crossed her legs and I almost lost it. I was sure the pink I saw was not panties.

When she re-crossed her legs she did it slowly enough to be sure I saw that she did not have any panties on. I blushed and excused myself to get some more shoes I was sure she would possibly like too.

As soon as I was out of sight I shoved my finger under my skirt and diddled my clit until I climaxed quickly. I got the shoes and returned to fit them on Mrs. Carter. The girl was beaming as she sat there with her legs spread lewdly.

Her mother even commented to her that ladies don't lounge like that. She showed her normal pleasure with the extra shoes I selected and then produced a swatch of material and asked to have them died to match it.

I told her that dying them would be no problem but it would take a day to dry and be ready. She told me the dance was tonight and she needed them to match the dress she bought today to round out her ensemble.

I knew that the manager like to take a day or two to dye shoes to impress the customers but in this customer's case I knew we could do it for her.

I told her that I could rush the dying process but they would be to wet to pick up until after 6 PM. She scrunched up her face in disapproval and asked me if I could deliver them.

I thought about it and she said she would make it worth my while. I told her I would deliver them on my way home then. She gave me a card with her plastic that had her address on it. Her daughter flashed me a sweet smile as they took the bag of shoes they were taking home with her.

I took the pumps into the back room and pulled down a couple of bottles of dye and mixed up a color close of a match as I could get and used the dauber to dye the shoes. I sat them aside to dry.

At closing time I boxed up the shoes and headed to the parking lot to get into my Mustang to deliver the shoes. I had a local Thomas Guide to find where I was going. I don't think I needed it though. All I had to do was open the window and follow the smell of money.

As it was I almost drove bye it. The property was hidden from the road by a thick row of Italian Cypress trees. When I turned into the driveway it was a long herringbone red brick approach to a covered entrance to a Federal style building that looked better suited to be a library than a private home.

When I parked the car and rang the doorbell a maid answered and gave me a look like I should have come to the side entrance. I had the bag in hand. She turned and said follow me.

She led me upstairs by way of a circle stair case in the round foray. We went down the hall to the left at the top of the stairs. She knocked on the door and Mrs. Carter said come in.

I followed the maid into the room. She was in her dressing gown and took the shoes and held them next to the dress and beamed with the pleasure of a child at the match with her dress.

She dismissed the maid and said that she would not be needed any farther tonight. That was her cue to leave and shut the door behind her.

Mrs. Carter told me, "I needed to dress right away would you mind hanging around while I dress?"

I felt foolish but said, "Sure!"

She had her under clothes laid out on her bed with the dress. She stripped out of the dressing gown and put on her underpants. I must say that for a woman old enough to just about be my mother Mrs. Carter did look good. Her auburn colored hair looked natural. Her figure was tight with well formed breasts that did not have a flaw on them. Her hips were nicely rounded and her pubis had a nice bulge to it and the hair was a rich auburn too. Even her feet were nicely shaped no bunions on them. She picked up her panties and put them on one leg at a time and pulled them up over her hips.

Her panties were a very delicious flesh colored thong style. Then she put on her bra a match for the panties. They had to Victoria Secrets. Then she sat down to put on her dark nude looking stocking. The tops had a lace built in garter. Then she put on the shoes and beamed again with her satisfaction.

She smiled at me and said, "They are lovely my dear!"

Then she pulled the dress over her head and settled it into place. She could have zipped it up herself but she asked me to do it for her. I did it and knew that her perfume was the kind that cost dearly. It was light but it filled my head with a smell that I knew I would smell for days.

She took a brush and stroked out the strands of hair that got disturbed putting on the dress. Then she touched up her lipstick and applied some lip gloss and gave me a peck on the cheek without touching my cheek with anything but her cheek.

She grabbed her clutch purse and I followed her out the door of her bedroom. I followed her down the stairs and she led me to the recreation room of the house.

There was the daughter sitting their playing a game on a Play Station. She was in halter top and shorts. She did not have shoes on. She gave her daughter the same kiss as she gave me.

She told her, "Tammy I might be late getting home so go to bed when you're ready."

Tammy gave her mother a look to say, I'm no baby and have to be told when to go to bed. She looked at me and asked if I would like to challenge her in a game.

I was about to excuse myself and beg out when her mother said please do she need some company. So I relented and said, "Sure!"

With that Mrs. Carter took my hand and gave me another phantom kiss. When I looked at my hand there were two twenty dollar bills. I tried to protest that it was too much. She held her finger to my mouth and was gone.

Tammy and I settled down to play the game. It was going fast for about twenty minutes. Then I started getting distracted. Tammy was sitting to the side of the projection monitor cross legged on the floor. The position gave me a view of her crotch and again she had no panties on.

The large opening on the legs of her shorts allowed me to see her cunt. She was defiantly shaved closely. Her opening was spread open and her labia were visible. Her clitoris was covered with a hood of skin.

I was feeling a little uncomfortable and lost the game shortly after I noticed her crotch. Tammy got up and offered me a soft drink and she went to the kitchen. I accepted her offer and sat back against the couch while I waited for her to return.

When she came back she handed me a glass with ice in it as she sat down next to me. At least from this position I could not see her cunt. We chatted for a while about school and things like that. As she moved around reaching for her glass her halter top came untied.

Her breasts were not completely uncovered but I got a good view of her left breast. She did not need a bra at all. It looked so firm. The areolas were cone shaped and they were a dark color to match the auburn color of her hair. The nipple was not visible at all. Here areolas just formed a soft point.

I felt my panties getting wet and I wanted to touch her breast. She turned to face me as she opened her halter to show me her breasts and asked me, "Would you like to kiss them?"

I sputtered and blushed unable to say anything in response to her question.

Tammy reached for my hand and placed it on her breast. I felt foolish sitting their letting this girl seduce me. I didn't want to remove my hand just the same. I slowly flexed my fingers and felt the firm breast.

She asked me if it would help if she showed me a home made video. I had no idea what she was talking about. She got up and opened a cabinet of videos. There was a large collection of DVD and VHS. She pulled open another part of the cabinet and in there were some more videos. She ran her finger over the boxes until she found what she was looking for.

She pulled out a VHS and put it in the player and turned off the Play Station controls and made the changes necessary to watch the video. Then she settled down next to be with the remote control in hand.

She pressed play and the video actually had a title page that said simply Home work for Tammy and Teresa. The screen showed the front of what was purported to be St. Luke's Periodical school. There was the sound of a metal bell and shortly after that the doors of the school flew open and a group of girls all dressed in uniforms came busting out with all the enthusiasm of youth. They all scattered in different directions as the camera focused in on the young teenaged girl that I recognized as Tammy. She had her book bag slung over one shoulder as she approached the camera.

Then a young girl ran up from behind her. She said, "Tammy will you help me with my math home work?"

Tammy responded, "Sure Teresa. Call home and ask if you can to come home with me."

The young girl pulled a cell phone out of her back pack and pushed a few button and said, "Hi Mom! I need help with my home work; can I go over to Tammy's home for help?

She handed the phone to Tammy. Tammy said, "Hello Mrs. Hitchcock...Sure Teresa is welcome to come home with me and we will feed her before bring her home. Bye Mrs. Hitchcock!"

With that the girls fell in stride beside each other on their way to the sidewalk and Tammy opened the back door to a White sedan for Teresa. They were chatting about typical school gossip as the car traveled down some roads.

Then the camera was looking up the driveway of this house and the sedan pulled up to the front door. They got out and went in the front door.

The camera changed positions to the interior of the house and the entered the house. They passed the sourer faced house maid on their way to the kitchen.

Tammy opened to fridge removing a couple of Cokes and some dip. She handed one bottle to Teresa as she picked up a bag of chips on their way to the study. They settled down to work of Teresa's home work. In short order they were pleased with her understanding of the mechanics of the assignment and put the books away to chat.

Teresa was very playful with Tammy as she sat on her lap and asked if she would play with her. Tammy slipped her hand under Teresa's skirt and felt the softness of the girl's panties. I had a strange thought, who was controlling the camera?

When Tammy stood the girl up between her legs to undress her it was obvious that this girl had not reached puberty yet. Her young body was flat chested and her body was flat with her young hip bones sticking out in front of her body. Her hips were as slim as a boy's. Her little pubis was as smooth as a baby's. The crack was just a simple slit in the fat little swell of her mound. Her legs were slender things that had knees larger than her thighs. Her feet were long and slender for her height.

Tammy held her at arm's length to inspect her young friend. Then she began to feel her body like a sculpture that she was sanding smooth with her hand. Teresa began unbuttoning Tammy's uniform. When she had Tammy completely undressed she took one of her nipples into her mouth and sucked it greedily.

Tammy put her back on her lap and stroked her young pussy until the girl was squirming around on her lap. When she was finished she slipped to the floor in front of Tammy and sped her legs open and sought out her pussy with her mouth. She was doing a commendable job on Tammy when the uniformed maid entered the frame.

The woman commanded them to stop what they were doing. The girls got a look of fear on their faces and the begged her not to tell on them.

The maid said that if the were willing to be punished for their behavior she would not tell. They both agreed quickly.

The maid sat on a straight backed chair and pulled up her shirt to reveal an ample amount of thigh. She took each girl in turn over her thigh and with their plump butts exposed she spanked them both until their asses were bright red and they were crying profusely as they watched the other get spanked and they rubbed their butts.

The maid was not finished she pulled out a dildo from a desk drawer and lifted her skirt and removed her panties and fit the strap on dildo. She made Tammy stand bent over and use the chair for support as she approached her from behind. She fit the phallic tube into her cunt from behind. Then she made Teresa sit on the floor between their legs and lick her hairy cunt as she fuck Tammy.

When Tammy climaxed the maid made Teresa suck the juice from the wet shaft. The video had them dress and the maid call the driver to bring the car around to take the girl home as the sedan went down the driveway you see the maid slip her hand under the skirt of Tammy and squeeze her ass.

While I was engrossed in the action on the monitor Tammy had moved next to me and was feeling my inner thigh. When she reached for my breasts I put my arm around her to draw her closer. She wanted to undress me and had me stand in front of her. I did so never taking my eyes off the action on the monitor. Tammy sat behind me and removed my blouse and bra. Then my shirt was unbuttoned and it fell around my feet. When she put her fingers under the waist band of my panties and pulled down the fell to the floor with a wet plop sound because they were so wet. I removed my shoes. We left my nylons on because the lace tops looked sexy.

When I turned around I untied her halter top and pulled it off her shoulders. It fell to the floor to join my clothes. Then I unbuttoned her shorts and the fell to the floor too. We sat on the couch watching the action hugging each other. We each had our fingers in each others pussy as we watched the sedan leave the gate.

When that was finished she just let the video rewind by its self. She wanted to take charge and so she mounted me in a 69 position. I was looking up at this sweet little cunt and my mouth watered with the desire to taste her.

She lowered her pussy to my mouth as she held my cunt open and licked me from the end of my pubic hair above my clitoris and wiped the valley all the way to my asshole. I almost climaxed from her touch. We settled down into a nice rhythm. What ever she did with her tongue and mouth I did to her. We climaxed close together. Who was first was not important to us. It was enough that we were spent when it came.

We rested and changed positions so that she could kneel between my legs and suck me off again. Then I switched positions so I could suck her. Time lost all meaning to us.

I was sucking her with her sitting on my face as she rocked back and forth so that I was licking her asshole and cunt with equal desire when I heard the unmistakable sound of an adult woman clearing her throat.

I look in the direction of the TV and there was Mrs. Carter standing there with her hands on her hips. I was in shock expecting her to scream at me and call the cops.

She simply remanded Tammy for taking advantage of the situation to seduce me before she had the chance. She removed her party dress and shoes. As she dropped her panties she approached us as she was removing her bra.

She mounted the couch and positioned herself in front of her daughter and as I watched Tammy kissed her mothers pussy. When Tammy climaxed Mrs. Carter insisted that we move the games to her bedroom. She fed me her cunt as Tammy sucked my cunt and finger fucked her Mom.

We even moved into a triangle on the bed and lifted or right legs so that we could form a daisy chain mouth to cunts.

I was one spent girl by the time I got home to wash up and change for school the next day.