Ombre 130mm Hot Chicks

Pausing, DJ didn't finish the statement and stared down at the shoes in front of him. Opening his mind to feel around the spot where it felt like PK resided inside of him, he began to get feelings from each of the shoes in front of him. The first pair felt like money, but not his money. The second pair felt like a lot of effort. The third pair gave off the essences of need and desire. But the fourth pair, the fourth pair felt like power. The kind of power he watched his mother wield constantly.

Licking his lipstick covered lips, his hand shook as he reached out and touched the ombre heels. ‘Ohh, power bitch. I like it. Grab the red dress, the one that seeing mommy in makes you feel funny.’ PK’s laughter rang in DJ’s mind, but for the first time he didn’t mind it. In fact, he agreed with it.

Reaching his hand up, his nails caught his eye. “We will need to fix those.” The feeling of agreement in his mind allowed him to move forward with pulling the red blazer dress down. Slipping his smooth arms through the sleeves, he began to button it up. Turning to look into the mirror on the far wall of the closet, DJ saw just how he looked in the dress.

The short skirt came past his panties, but not by an overly large margin. His huge bare breasts pressed up against the front of it. It was clear that he wasn’t wearing much under it. PK’s voice popped up inside his mind. ‘You like this don’t you?’ DJ’s mind tried to argue with the entity. Tried to fight what was going on, but the hardon that was forming inside the lace panties around his waist argued. Something about the power that he felt inside of him was driving him to enjoy this. ‘Oh, you did a naughty thing didn’t you? You opened yourself up to me. Hmmm, that was unexpected. Let’s see where this goes.’

Reaching over, DJ picked up the tall single sole stilettos and slipped them over his lotioned feet. Standing up in the 130mm heels pushed his legs almost to their breaking point, before PK stepped in and smoothed things over. Looking down at the heels, he knew they were his favorite pair.

Stopping for a moment, he pondered on that thought. A favorite of his mother’s expensive high heel collection? He knew he had enjoyed watching her wear them. Then slowly, from somewhere in the back of his mind the thoughts he had always shoved back down came up. What would it be like to be like her? To strut around giving orders and being in charge. Smirking into the mirror he stepped out of the closet.

Snagging the black purse with the gold strap, he slipped it over his arm before digging out a cellphone. Pressing a call button, he began to make his way through the house as he waited for someone to pick up. “Yes Jackie?” The voice of his mother’s assistant came through the speaker phone as he stepped up to the kitchen and pulled a banana off the bunch.

“I’m going to be coming in soon. I need someone to do my nails today, in my office. Also, I’ll need you to do some shopping for me later today. I need a prom dress.” Stepping into his mother’s expensive Mercedes coupe, DJ reached over and collected her expensive designer sunglasses. Slipping them on he pressed the power button on the vehicle and waited for his PA Katie to respond.

“Yes Ma’am.” He could tell she wanted to ask a question, but he didn’t feel like answering. Settling the sunglasses over his eyes, he backed out of the garage onto the street. Reaching up to close the door with a press of the built-in remote, he glanced into his rearview mirror before heading towards downtown.

“Oh, and Katie, I’ll likely need you with me all day too. I’m going to need your personal touch.”