Shoe Store

You're lucky to have a job at all. With all the men out of work and starving to ****, I knew I had to do anything to keep this job. I worked in the ladies shoe department at Cassy's, the department store in the mall. I arrived as usual to the shoe stock room to put my clothes in the locker. I always felt **** having to work naked around all these women that came to shop at Cassy's.

Soon, the store would open and my boss, Miss Botwick said she had to make sure the ladies had clean feet before they could try on shoes. Luckily, I was not the only poor male doing this work. There was three of us guys. I had to hurry before we got busy to put shoes back in place from the mess the women made the day before. I was standing on tip-toes barely getting a shoe back on the glass display, when I heard a woman's stern voice behind me.

"Well? Are you going to keep me waiting all day?"

I turned to see a lady about fifty wearing expensive clothes take a seat nearby. She had dark hair and thick eyebrows. I scurried over to knell before her. She tilted her head down until her eyes found me and expressed displeasure. She had picked out a shoe and gave it to me.

"I want these in size 9. And don't keep me waiting."

I rose with her shoe and ran back to the stock room. I had to get a ladder to reach her size in the towering stack of shoeboxes. I got back and knelt down to see her lift her leg so I could remove her shoe. I unbuckled her strap-on and eased the shoe off her foot. A sharp order arose from her shoe and I mentally sighed at my luck to be helping this lady of all customers.

"I have to clean your foot first," I said.

"Well, what are you waiting for, a tip?"

She chuckled to herself as I proceeded to lick her stinking foot. My tongue felt the scratch of her calloused heel. I tasted dried sweat on the bottom of her foot. And when my tongue ran between each of her toes, I was **** to swallow lint. I dried her foot by blowing on it until it was ready to try on the shoe I brought. I tried to slip the shoe on but it was not going to fit. I offered to get a different size and she raised her very hairy eyebrows.

"I have always wore a nine. See?"

She picked up her old shoe and shoved it against my nose. I wanted to gag on the smell but I knew I would get in trouble if I did such a thing. Miss Botwick, my boss, had beat me severly for doing such a think like that when I started this job two years ago. Now, I had to speak into the customer's shoe as she held it against my mouth and nose.

"Let me see what size this is."

She let go of the smelly shoe and I could remove it from my face to look for the size inside. Of course, it was rubbed off due to her rough heels scrapping the inside of her shoe.

"I can bring out a nine and a half for you?"

"I don't wear a nine and a half. I wear a nine shoe. I don't think I like your attitude. Put my shoe back on. I'm leaving this store."

I had slipped back on her original shoe and she rose up so I got out of her way. She started out of the shoe department, when my heart sank to see Miss Botwick stop the lady. I was the topic of conversation since since they turned to glare back at me. naked and knelling on the carpet. I hated getting in trouble again. I turned to see if anyone else needed help when the bottom of a woman's foot came closer to me. The foot looked like it had gone barefoot all day, with dark grim embedded in the sole and under each toe. I looked over the diry foot to see a young lady about twenty-five.