Shopping – The Shoes

I breathed softly. I hardly dared to move. Her fingers rested on my hip.

Normally, when someone said “wow” to me, they got a sharp remark or a slap. But Siranne's praise was sincere, warm. Welcome. I felt the heat rising to my head. In the mirror, I could see my face blushing bright red. I was tempted to kiss her. Maybe she would have allowed it.

She stood behind me, looking directly into my eyes in the mirror. “I'll bring you some shoes to match. Okay?”

I nodded. Bit my lip. Couldn't get a word out.

“Wait. I'll be right back.”

When she took her hand off my hip, I felt as if she had taken something away from me. She walked out. I almost followed her. Barefoot, in this fairytale dress, with nothing on underneath, in this boutique where every item cost more than the entire contents of my wardrobe...

Instead, I turned around in this room full of mirrors, looking at myself from all angles. I felt like a stupid Disney princess waiting for the prince to bring her glass slippers. Except that the prince didn't look like a prince, he looked like Siranne.

She came back with a pair of high heels that almost brought tears to my eyes. A fucking dream. I put them on and looked at myself in the mirror. The high heels made my long legs look even longer. I looked like a damn supermodel. Siranne gave me an approving nod and a warm, appreciative smile. Shit—I had to have those things.

When she told me the price, I almost felt dizzy. I bit my lower lip and said meekly, “I only have 500 dollars with me.”

“In that case...” she winked mischievously, “I'm afraid I'll have to take them off again. Come, sit down.”

She took me by the hand and led me to a softly upholstered sofa in the back third of the room and gently pushed me down onto it. Then she knelt in front of me and began to carefully untie the straps on my shoes. First the right one, then the left. Her hands remained on my ankles. I looked down at her. I didn't know what to say.

She said, “Either the shoes or the dress.” With these words, her delicate fingers stroked my calves. “Do you often wear nothing underneath?”

“Oops. You caught me.” I grinned and winked at her.

Her hands slid further up, taking the hem of the dress with them, over my knees, my thighs. I lifted my bottom to help her.

“Ah-aaah.”

A little later, my beautiful dress was hanging on a velvet-covered hanger on the coat rack. Siranne's little black dress was hanging right next to it. We weren't cold. Quite the opposite.

I bought the dress and the shoes. Special price. With a friend's discount. 498 bucks. The change went into my bra as I stepped out onto the street. Clink. The coins slid down between my breasts, over my stomach, and landed on the floor. Damn, I wasn't wearing a bra either.