After a divorce and early retirement, pre-Covid, I was bored. I had worked in corporate communications and now I was wondering what to do with my time. Out of the blue I got a call from Mary, my ex-sister in law. Mary was a store manager for a high end clothing and shoe store. We had always been friends and our bond wasn't broken when I split up with her sister.
After a little chitchat I asked, "What's up?"
Mary said, "I need a favor. My ladies shoe manager needs some time off. I haven't found anyone to step into his position. I know you have some time on your hands, so I'm asking for your help."
I laughed and said, "Mary, what are you thinking? I've never done any retail work, much less manage a department."
"It's no problem, I'll have someone take care of the inventory and books. I need you to be the face of the department. We have very high end clients and you would take care of them."
The way she explained what she wanted me to do intrigued me. Plus, I have always loved women's feet. I don't know if I have a fetish, but I've thought a beautiful woman's feet are a particularity sexy part of the female anatomy. On top of everything, Mary was offering me a salary that would nicely augment my retirement account.
Mary said, "One more thing. At times you will have to make personal deliveries to some of our clients homes."
I thought about Mary's offer for a minute. "Okay, I'm in."
The next week was a whirlwind. Mary gave me a three month training program in three days. True to her word the operational pieces of managing the ladies shoe department was handed off to up and coming young talent. My primary role was to cater to the store's high end clientele. That was accomplished by private, one on one meeting with high rollers. I would receive an showing request, set up the appointment, then guide the ladies through the fitting and sales. I also learned from Mary that an unspoken agreement existed. Each private showing guaranteed a minimum of $2500.00 in sales. I thought that a woman would have to buy fifty pairs of shoes to come even close to this number. Then I learned that one pair Jimmy Choo or Manolo Blahnik shoes could cost $4000.00 or more! I finally realized these private showings were a huge money maker and I understood the urgency to keep the "face" of the department ready and available.
Secretly, I was excited to meet and touch the feet of rich, sexy women. The most important skill I was taught was sizing a woman's feet. I practiced on Mary and other women in the store and walked around with a perpetual hard on. Even if I wasn't touching my coworkers feet practicing on them, each time I though of this, which was often, my cock would immediately start filling up making my seven inches as hard as a rock. Mary told me that she had always liked the style of dress that I used for work, but now she gave me $2500.00 to step up my wardrobe.
My first day at work was hectic. I had been trying to learn all that I could, but I quickly became a facilitator between women looking and our experienced sales staff. I would hang on the fringes listening and learning as much as I could.
Several weeks after I started working I was the only person working the floor, everyone else had taken an early lunch. An attractive woman in her late forties or early fifties walked in. She had a fit ass, stomach and toned set of legs. Her chest looked to be a glorious 34DD. But, the attention grabber was that she had perfectly manicured hands, and more importantly, sexy feet in four inch opend toed stilettos showing off an expensive pedicure. She was wearing a tightly fitting tube top, braless, and a short skirt that showed off her legs. My cock was rapidly swelling.
I approached her, introduced myself and asked if I could help her find anything in particular. She looked me over and asked for the manager I was replacing.
"He's on a temporary leave, so I'm stepping into his role until his return."
"I was hoping to set up a private showing. At my house. Are you still doing that?"
"Absolutely. I'll be filling that role. What's your name?"
"I'm Anna. Are you free this evening?"
"Yes. The only thing I need is your address and I'll need to take your shoe size."
