Zoey's shopping spree

Zoey had quite a bit of money now, and could make more any time she wanted. Her next move seemed obvious. She drove to the mall, making a mental note to give herself enough money to buy a better car later. She started with new clothes, or really a whole new wardrobe, and then new shoes to match. And a purse. Hell, five purses. She changed into one of her new outfits as she went, collecting a new piece of the outfit in each store, even putting on new lace underwear. Then, on a whim, she had her hair dyed blonde. As the stylist showed her the mirror, she grinned at the unrecognizable spoiled girl looking back.

"Wow, I'm like, so hot!" she said, imitating a valley girl accent. The stylist didn't say anything, which gave her an idea. "Hey, do you think I make a good blonde?" she asked him.

"Uh, yeah?" he said, he looked to be fairly new at his job, and was awkward at giving compliments.

"Hm, but I was going for like, more of a sexy look. You know?"

"I think you look sex..." he trailed off, realizing what he was about to say.

"Oh my god! Are you like, into me?" she asked, knowing that that was an unfair question under most circumstances.

"No!" she frowned, and he backtracked. "I mean, you're hot, but you're out of my league, and I get that!"

"Really? I'll give you my number if you just, uh, like, massage my feet?" She was surprised how bold she was. She wondered if clothes made the woman. Or maybe it was being rich.

"Uh..." he hesitated, glancing down and then back up a couple times. It took her a moment to realize what he was thinking. If he was by her feet he'd be able to see up her skirt.

She pretended she hadn't realized. "Pleeaaaase?" she asked, "I just got these new shoes, and they're tight, so they've been hurting me all day! They're totally cute though."

He hesitated a little longer, so she **** the issue by kicking off her shoes and leaning back expectantly. As she thought, he didn't take long to kneel down and take her left foot in his hands. She glanced down and was unsurprised to see that his attention was completely focused between her legs. She had never thought of herself as being particularly dominant before, but she was loving the look of a cute guy knelt at her feet. She'd never gotten a massage before, but he didn't seem to be that good at it. She'd need to train him. She smiled, liking the idea of training men, as he moved to her other foot. She had heard once that your boyfriend should treat you like a princess, and she would make him treat her like a princess.

A little later, she spoke up. "That's enough, can you put my shoes on for me?" He did so, and she smiled to herself as she pulled out her phone, and then asked for his. His name was Theodore, so she registered his number as "Teddy Bear", and put herself in his phone as "Princess". She handed back his phone, kissed on the cheek, and strutted off happily, thinking to herself that her shoes were a great fit.