He goes back for one more pair

He gulps as you eye the prize he presents before you. You pretend to examine the shoe carefully, turning it, sliding your clenched fingers up and down the steel shaft of the six inch heel. Black ribbons are attached to the supple leather.

"These are very expensive, miss," he adds as he watches you slip one dainty foot, then the other in the lowcut shoes.

"Let me help you," he offers as he reaches for the silk ties. Oh so slowly and carefully he crisscrosses the straps up and around your smoothly curved calves, making perfect Xs up to near your knees.

 You stand up before the man has time to move, practically trapping him between your supple thighs.

As he backs up, ever so slightly, you admire yourself again in the floor mirror.

"These are just too beautiful to take off my feet," you coo. "See how these bunch up my calf muscles and my butt?" you ask, innocently hiking up your little skirt for him to see the always tight buns perched even higher.