You walk back in front of him

"I'm sorry, ma'am," he apologizes, his face blushing red as his eyes travel up your body to meet your eyes. "I think those are the highest heels we carry."

You walk towards him until you are standing inches from his face, his body still kneeling on the ground. Slowly, you lift your leg and put it on the chair, pretending to inspect the leather shoe on the end of your perfectly shaped foot. The angle does amazing things to your calves, and you flash the salesman a good portion of your creamy thigh as you reach down to touch the shoe.

"I do like them," you say, the words rolling off your tongue like butter. "It's just that usually I like to take full advantage of my legs in public. Doesn't that sound better?"

The salesman gulps, his dark eyes seeming to glaze over with his obvious arousal.

"Yes, ma'am," he stutters. It is as though he can not look away.

You smile and run your hand back down your leg.