The shoe store

Trey and Akash left the Apple Store, a giddy, triumphant energy buzzing between them. The image of the naked, cum-covered employee calmly putting the iPhone back on its display was burned into their minds.

"Dude, that was... next level," Akash said, still trying to process it all.

"Just another Saturday," Trey replied with a shrug, though he was just as thrilled.

They strolled through the wide, polished corridors of the mall, past high-end clothing stores and glittering jewelry shops. They were just enjoying the feeling of being masters of this little universe when Trey spotted her.

A woman, so beautiful she almost didn't look real, was walking ahead of them. She had long, flowing dark hair, a face that could stop traffic, and was wearing an elegant navy blue dress that swished around her legs as she walked with an effortless grace. She looked like a character out of a movie.

"Whoa," Akash breathed, his eyes wide.

"My thoughts exactly," Trey said. "Let's see where she's going."

They followed her at a discreet distance, watching as she turned into a lavish, high-end shoe store called 'Soleil'. The inside was all plush green chairs, gold accents, and soft, flattering lighting. The woman began browsing the displays, her fingers trailing lightly over expensive-looking heels.

Trey and Akash pretended to look at some men's loafers, all while keeping their eyes fixed on her. She was looking for high heels, picking up a few different pairs, inspecting them with a critical eye.

Akash leaned over to Trey, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He whispered a quick, outrageous idea into Trey's ear. Trey's eyebrows shot up, and then he let out a low chuckle. "Dude, you're sick. I love it."

The woman finally selected three pairs she liked. A pair of classic black stilettos with a thin 6 inch heel, a pair of chunky golden block heels, and some sexy red suede ones with a thick, conical heel. She sat down in one of the plush green chairs, placing the shoes on the little carpeted stool in front of her, ready to try them on. A female store assistant knelt down, ready to help.

Just as the woman reached for the first shoe, the black stiletto, Trey made his move. He focused his mind, a smirk on his face.

I wish that after she tries on each pair of high heels, her primary test will be to use the heels as a dildo. I wish that how the heel feels inside her cunt and her ass is far more important to her than the fit, the price, or how it looks. I wish she will compare them all based on this criteria. And I wish that while other people in the store can see this, they are physically and mentally unable to intervene or call for help, regardless of how they react.

The wish settled into reality. The woman picked up the black stilettos. She slid it onto her foot, admiring how it looked, pointing her toe and checking her reflection in a small mirror. It looked fantastic. The assistant nodded in approval. The woman then slipped it off and tried on the golden block heels, and checked them out. She did the same with the conical heels as well. As soon as she took them off her feet, she grabbed the stiletto again. she held the stiletto in her hand, her expression turning from one of fashion appraisal to one of intense, practical consideration.

She hiked her navy blue dress up to her waist, then pulled her panties down to her ankles and kicked them off. The other shoppers in the store, a few older women and a young couple, stared with wide, shocked eyes, but none of them moved or screamed. They just watched, frozen in a state of stunned silence.

The woman held the black stiletto, turned it over, and pushed the thin heel against her wet pussy lips. With a soft gasp, she pushed it inside.

"Ooh," she breathed, her head falling back against the chair. "Mmm, yes. Very... precise." She began to fuck herself with the heel, pumping it in and out, her hips rocking gently. The heel was so thin it looked like it was disappearing inside her.

After a moment, she looked at the kneeling store assistant. "Could you give me a hand? I need to test the other one for a dual-sensation comparison."

"Of course, madam," the assistant replied, her voice perfectly professional. She picked up the other stiletto from the pair. The woman on the chair shifted, spreading her legs wider and lifting her ass slightly. The assistant took the second stiletto and, without a moment's hesitation, pushed the sharp heel into the woman's tight asshole.

"Ah! Yes!" the woman cried out, her body tensing. She was now being double-penetrated by the shoes. She continued to pump the heel in her cunt while the assistant rhythmically fucked her ass with the other one. Her moans filled the quiet, elegant store, a bizarre soundtrack to the stunned silence of the other patrons. Some of them started taking pictures and videos, while others just left.

After a minute, she stopped them. "Okay. Let's try the gold ones."

The assistant calmly removed the heel from her ass. The woman pulled the other one out of her cunt. They repeated the process with the chunky golden block heels. The woman grunted as the thick, square heel pushed into her pussy. "Oh, that's much... fuller," she panted. The assistant took the other block heel and pushed it into her ass. The woman screamed, a raw, guttural sound of intense pleasure. "Oh, god! The width is incredible!" They repeated the process, fucking each hole with the thick block heels. While the first one felt easier, this one felt much fuller. After another 3 minutes or so of testing, she took them out.

Next came the red suede pair. The thick, conical heel provided a different sensation entirely, as she pushed one slowly in her cunt and the assistant pushed the other in her ass, stretching her in a new way. This one felt amazing, but the suede material was annoying. They tried it for another few minutes. She was having trouble deciding.

"I need to make a decision, I can't decide. Let me try all three together so I can compare them simultaneously," she announced, breathing heavily. She lay back in the chair, her legs spread wide. "The gold block heel in my cunt. The red conical heel in my ass." The assistant obliged, pushing the respective heels into her holes. "And," the woman said, grabbing the black stiletto herself, "this one in my mouth."

She shoved the heel deep into her throat, gagging slightly, the heel, already wet with her cunt juices now getting mixed with her spit, while the assistant continued to fuck her ass with the red heel and she herself pumped the gold heel in and out of her cunt. It was a scene of pure, high-fashion depravity. Trey and Akash just watched, utterly mesmerized. They went on for another five minutes or so, each shoe pumping in and out of each hole.

The woman was close. Her body started to tremble, her moans becoming frantic. "I'm... I'm gonna... OH, GOD!"

A massive torrent of clear, slick fluid erupted from her pussy, spraying out in a powerful jet. She kept squirting for a whole 10 seconds in a single stream for the first squirt, and a lot of smaller squirts came after, drenching the front of the assistant's neat, black uniform, soaking her from her chest to her knees, as well as her face. The assistant didn't even flinch, continuing to dutifully hold the red heel in place as her customer convulsed through her orgasm.

When the shaking finally stopped, the woman pulled the stiletto from her mouth, panting. The assistant removed the other two heels. The woman sat up, a look of serene satisfaction on her face.

"The block heels," she said decisively. "They definitely feel the best inside. I'll take them." She stood up, her dress still hiked up around her waist. "Oh, dear," she said, looking at the soaking wet assistant. "I am so sorry about the mess."

"It's no trouble at all, madam," the assistant replied, wiping a bit of squirt from her cheek. "Shall I box these up for you?"

The woman pulled her dress down, paid for the golden block heels, and walked out of the store with a graceful, confident stride, leaving a trail of wet footprints on the polished floor, and the onlookers surprised wondering what the fuck they just witnessed.

Trey and Akash watched her go, then looked at each other with sheer amusement. Without a word, they turned and left the shoe store, leaving the stunned shoppers and the drenched, professional assistant behind.