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Beth wore her flats to work on Friday, thinking it would be a casual and quick day. She wanted a break from her high heels. At 5’3″ she wore her heels most of the time. She hated looking up to taller girls/women that she supervised; it made her feel like a fraud, heading an office of 8 to 10 people while feeling insignificant in stature. Beth went into the closet in her office to find the spare set of heels she wore. She became nervous after seeing that the tall college student, Lauren, who was already close to six-foot tall barefoot, had on heels. Beth looked shocked to find that her go-to, black heels were missing; she had not looked for them in months and now fretted about what to do without them.
She tried to hide in her office for most of the day, relaying messages to her one confidant, a homely woman who had been at the office longer than the rest of the staff. Beth suspected that the woman, Becky, had a crush on her. It actually humored Beth to think that someone, a female, was crushing on her.
Beth straightened her outfit – khaki pants and tan blouse – before calling in Becky for nothing in particular. She called her phone and said, “I need you to come into my office. Bring a note pad.”
Becky came into the office, wearing black pants and a white blouse that she tucked in rather strictly. The thin woman did not have a curve to speak of, but she was wearing 3-inch heels. At 5’6″, Beth did not think she needed to wear them as much as someone shorter like her.
“What size shoes do you wear?” Beth asked.
Becky looked confused but said, “I wear an 8 in dress shoes and sometimes a half-size larger for athletic shoes.”
“I do the same.”
“Why do you want to know my shoe size?” Becky asked.
“I need to borrow them. I was running late and forgot to put on heels. I wear a 7. Do you think you can squeeze into them,” Beth said, getting up to show Becky her flats, looking up to her blushing underling.
“Sure!” Becky said excitedly, wanting to put on the shoes of the office boss, the office – at times – tyrant.
Becky leaned down and took off her shoes, revealing her pale feet. Beth noticed that she had nicely pedicured feet.
“Here,” Becky said, offering what to Beth was salvation: 3 inches of needed help.
Beth slipped off her flats and did not even hand them to Becky; instead she grabbed the heels, grabbed her prize.
The flats were Becky’s prize though. Two black flats that were wide enough to accommodate her foot and were a source of power for her. She greedily rescued them off the floor and tried them on. They felt a little tight. Her pink colored toes pressed against the point of the shoes. She did not care; this was a breakthrough moment for. Becky loved staring into Beth’s blue eyes when they spoke
The heels felt loose on Beth as she took a few awkward steps. She did not care. She was now facing Becky at eye level. Beth did not think she needed the height to dominate Becky, but she certainly needed those 3 inches to go out to the main area with confidence. That college upstart was merciless, she thought, lording over her with all her height and composure.
“I have to go on the floor and check up on them,” Beth said.
Becky looked hesitant to speak, finally saying, “I like when you come out on the floor and look in on us like a field general. We’re your soldiers.”
Beth enjoyed the compliment and was thinking of something to say in return, something kind. It was then she realized that Becky may have stayed on longer at the company because of her, wanting to keep close to her crush. Beth at 27 still had a youthful air to her. Becky, at 32, did not. She was still single and not looking.
“I like that you are at your cubicle. eskişehir escort My most loyal worker,” Beth said.
Becky blushed and said, “I really appreciate that. I know you need an ally.”
“Thanks for letting me wear your heels.I would not have asked anyone else.”
“You are welcome.”
Beth paused for a second and remembered it was Becky who told her that she was known as “Beth Bitch” behind her back; she then grabbed a clip board and said, “I better get out there.”
Energized by the added height, Beth left her office, leaving behind Becky. She headed for the main aisle, strutting down the wooden floor, listening for the noise of her heels. She did not feel that the sound was as dominant as her own footwear made but proceeded nonetheless.
The boss-lady headed straight for the college junior. Lauren looked slightly bothered, sensing that Beth had her in her sights. Lauren did not need the job; school was starting in a couple of weeks and the summer job was over.
“Lauren,” Beth said sternly.
“Yes,” Lauren said coldly.
“I know you only have 2 or so weeks left. I need you to keep that in mind. Don’t start any new assignments until you get my approval.”
Lauren stood up, knowing her boss always winced at the height difference. This time was no different.
Beth started to blush, feeling all her power suddenly drain from her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Becky staring at them. That gave her a shot of confidence.
“Is that understood?” Beth said, looking up at Lauren.
“Yes,” Lauren said with a knowing smile.
Beth felt uncovered. A few others were watching the interaction. She was sure they were enjoying the disparity between them physically.
Becky was motioning to Beth that there was a call. Beth gestured to her to take the message from the caller.
Beth felt relieved that she had an excuse to walk away from Lauren. Her red cheeks betrayed her attempt to look in control as she headed back to her office. There was a feeling for the boss that her walk was not as confident as earlier because the younger, prettier girl had shown her up. The sound from her heels appeared in panic mode, she thought.
“I took a message for you. Sorry that I answered your phone. Just out of habit, answering a ringing phone,” Becky said.
“Who was it?” Beth asked, calming down from her interaction with Lauren.
“Someone named Rachel. She said there is pool party tomorrow and that you have missed all of her parties this summer.”
“Oh, great.”
“You don’t like pool parties?”
“I don’t like Rachel,” Beth said, suddenly regretting she let out private information. Life outside the office was personal.
Rachel and Beth had a competitive relationship. They were always trying to outdo the other as far as boyfriends, parties, and anything that made the other look better – even the type of car they drove. However, Beth had not felt compelled to compete with her in a long time. Rachel had a boyfriend, while she was single and used her work as an excuse to not join her friend at social gatherings.
“You should go,” Becky said, imagining her boss in a bikini.
“No. I need a pedicure. I am pale. I will look out-of-place for sure,” Beth said.
“I can help you get your stuff together. I am great at giving pedicures and manicures,” Becky said enthusiastically.
Beth only heard the word “giving” from Becky. She looked over Becky and knew that “giving” was exactly what she seemed willing to do.
“I will think about it,” Beth said, going into her office and closing the door.
Beth sat at her desk, looking down at Becky’s shoes. She took off the right heel and inspected the sole, gaziantep escort looking at the wear, contemplating where it had been. She held the shoe by the 3-inch heel and dangled it. Beth looked out the window; the sun was bright; it did not feel like summer was coming to an end, but she knew that it was.
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Becky, still wearing the flats, looked through Beth’s pile of recently bought swimsuits and bikinis. There was a red with white polka dots piece with the tags that caught Becky’s eye. She wanted to see her boss in it so badly.
“Try this one on,” Becky said.
Beth wanted to laugh. There was no way she was going to a pool party with her stomach looking soft, especially if Rachel was the host of the party. She was having strong misgivings of going and regretted calling Rachel. She could imagine her friend smiling at the thought of Beth, pale and slightly unfit, going to a pool party.
“That might, uh, be too revealing. The bottoms are cheeky,” Beth said.
“Just try it,” Becky said, pleading with Beth.
Beth took the bikini and pondered if it were the right thing to even have Becky in her apartment, in her bedroom.
“Okay,” Beth said bravely.
The bikini made her nervous, but she took it and went into the bathroom to change. She could see the disappointment in Becky because she was not changing in front of her.
Beth looked into the mirror, looking for anything Rachel could pounce on at the pool party. She proceeded to put on the bikini, feeling the top a little tight as well as the cheeky bottoms. She did not think her butt looked that bad in it; it was a little soft but still firm enough for the amount of skin shown.
When she went back into the bedroom, Beth noticed that Becky had taken off the flats and had unbuttoned half of her blouse. Becky was casually feeling the material on a silver one-piece that was actually Beth’s favorite. That swimsuit went well with her dark blonde hair, she thought; and with her pale skin.
“Wow! You look amazing,” Becky said, walking over to Beth.
The top was a little tight on Beth. Her 34 B’s looked even smaller in it. Beth stuck out her chest, seeking Becky’s approval. At that moment, she realized that maybe she liked having someone crushing on her her in an interested way.
“It seems kinda tight. They don’t look as free as they should,” Beth said, adjusting the top a little; her fingers going inside the top, touching bare skin.
Becky looked at Beth’s soft tummy and was going to say that maybe this bikini was wrong, but she did not say anything.
It surprised Beth that the quiet office girl was actually making her tingle with the attention she offered.
Becky placed a hand on Beth’s hip and nudged her to turn around.
“Wow! From the back they work so well. Amazing!” Becky said, delighted that she had this view of her superior.
The two looked over some more pieces, but Beth knew her best chance was the silver one-piece. There was a purple bikini she adored but felt it not the right one to go against Rachel and her summer squad
“It has to be the silver one,” Beth said.
“Try it on,” Becky said.
Beth was no sure who was giving the orders now. She took the silver bathing suit into the bathroom and could feel Becky’s eyes on her behind. She didn’t care.
It was strange for Beth, knowing Becky was in her bedroom, in her most sacred of rooms, going through her collection of swimwear. She looked down at the borrowed heels on the bathroom floor and smiled.
In the bedroom, Becky was quickly changing into the purple bikini, wanting to show Beth that she was playful and willing to show herself in an intimate setting. She figured giresun escort it was a way to build on their friendship, their possible relationship.
The silver swimsuit did the job; she loved how it gave her a wedgie. Beth was ready to show Becky how she looked at her best. Once she opened the door to the bedroom, Beth caught Becky adjusting the long strings on the bottoms of the purple bikini. Both the top and the bottom were a little loose on the skinnier woman. Still, the purple looked appealing, she thought.
“The silver suits you to a tee. Turn around,” Becky said.
Beth turned around, knowing Becky was going to love it.
“I love it,” Becky said, walking over to Beth.
It came as a surprise to Beth when Becky playfully unwedged the swimsuit; a surprise she enjoyed very much.
“There, that’s better,” Becky said.
Beth felt happy, comforted that she could still look amazing in a bathing suit; well, good, if not amazing. There was always the height thing reminding her she was at a disadvantage. She wondered if her thighs looked fat.
“I like you in purple. That is my favorite color for panties and bras,” Beth said.
“Thanks!” Becky said, blushing.
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The women were on the sofa in the living room. A bottle of wine was out and soft music played in the background. Becky still wore the purple bikini proudly. Beth was sure she let the top slip to reveal a tiny, pink, hard nipple. Beth was wearing a white robe that came to the top of her knees. She had on a pair of purple panties – that Becky had chosen – and nothing else. Becky had Beth’s feet in her lap and was coloring her toe nails a shade of white. Becky had done a good job of washing her feet in the bathtub, scrubbing dutifully and with no shame.
The wine calmed Beth down. She thought of the day and how it started – from exchanging shoes, to now sitting on her sofa.
“What do you think of when I stand next to Lauren. Her being so tall?” Beth asked.
“I don’t like her am glad when you let her know who is boss,” Becky said.
“Yeah, but do I look bad standing next to her?”
Becky was careful not to say anything disparaging bout her boss. She said, “she is so tall, but you are in charge. You look fine next to her.”
Beth sensed Becky was lying but let it go.
“You can keep the bikini you have on as thanks for all you have done,” Beth said.
Becky looked grateful and said, “thanks! That, this means a lot to me.”
With the last toe done, Becky moved Beth’s feet on to a pillow, taking a peek at the purple panties. Beth laughed and tilted her head back. The office despot was calm, soothed by the gentle hands of her underling.
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After Becky finished with the fingernails, she told Beth to relax and to let everything dry. Becky then went into the bedroom to change back into her clothes. She folded the bikini to take with her and then proceeded to lay out some clothes for Beth for the pool party. She found a pair of cut-off jeans to wear over the bathing suit, and she found a long shirt to wear over the ensemble. It took her a few minutes to find the right pair of shoes: 2-inch wedges. She also filled a bag with clothes for when Beth might want to change on the way home: silver leggings and a pink blouse. She also found a pair of pumps and some flip-flops.
Beth thought Becky was taking too long, imagining her rummaging through all of her drawers and through her closet.
Finally, Becky came into the living room.
“All done,” Becky said. She still wore the flats from earlier.
“Thank you,” Beth said.
Becky was getting ready to leave, prompting Beth to get off the sofa. Beth met Becky in the center of the room and opened her arms wide, offering Becky a hug. Becky slipped in for the hug.
“I hope you have fun. Keep me updated if you have time,” Becky said, looking in between the top of the robe that was open and showing Beth’s breasts.
Beth left it open, knowing that Becky deserved a treat.
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