It doesn't go as planned

Tristan, gave the shoes a good look before trying to find anything to start with his task. Tanja can get very uncomfortable with unfinished tasks. Tristan searches around the desk, if there would be anything to clean these designer shoes. Tristan found a pack of tissues. "I hope this will do," Tristan sighed. He got up just to see the heels not to be at the place he last saw them, in fact they were standing upright in front of him now. Tristan froze. "What is going on.." Tristan got interrupted in his thougts when one heel lifted and stepped forwards to him. Tristan fell into Tanja's office chair. He rubbed his eyes. It looked like an invsible being or a ghost would walk. His eyes popped open when he felt contact at the bottom of his leg. One heel started to move up and down Tristan's leg, with every stroke ever so much higher. Tristan couldn't think, his pulse got higher. He started to spread his legs. Is this a dream about to come true? He thought. The stroking hee moved in between is legs and pressed it's sole on his crotch. Tristan could feel the sole pressing ever so much stronger on his penis. Even his pants couldn't negate the ****. The heel started to press and turn like it was stomping out a cigarette, but even in pain, this was heaven for Tristan.