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Office Pumps 4 
cowgirl (Edited & proofed by Mr. Kevin!)


Jennifer, can't stop thinking about a silly article
claiming women with with the higher heels have the 
lowest I.Q.  scores. (fff/F,Cons, humil,Shoe fetish, Bimbo, Etc, you
get the picture...)


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This last chapter is dedicated to my dear friend Emily, of 'Emily's
Sick Little
Family'! She a sweet, classy, randy, dandy woman who's friendship I
will always treasure,
plus she's likes girls! I mean...*really likes them. <ahem> (giggle)
I'm being a li'l stinker
and going through some adollecent rebellion by not writting to her
right now, but once I
settle down and she paddles my fanny, we'll be back to our normal
mother/daughter selves!

CHEEP PLUG DEPT: Em has a cool site full of WONDERFUL stories, and
it's FREE, run by a
REAL (trust me) school teacher, and full of all sorts of FUN & SICK
stuff
(including my stories, look under jenny) 
check it out at: 

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/EmilysSickFamily/www/

:-) 
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_________




Office Pumps 4
cowgirl





As I walked into the office monday morning, feeling stronger than ever
for some reason. I spotted Trudy in reception as she cornered me,
shoving a folder of work into my boobs.

" Missed you yesterday. Covered for you. Here's the work you flaked
on, which I as usual did for you, again... " She said with a frown,

then shot me a smug little look.

" ...Well...?" She asked, smirking. 

" Well what?" I shot back defensively. 

" Well, somebody's got a secret...don't they....*dumbo*! " Trudy giggled. 

Ouch. I'd forgotten. 

"Look --If you wanna keep your fuckin' job here, you'll guard that
little 'secret' like the little dip shit secretary you ARE,
understood?" I shot back.

" Your pushing it Jenny. First my covering for you and Lisa at work,
then taking glory for my finishing the Stevens contract. I've already
squealed on doing Lisa's work, but what if I, like,  go to Kristy and
squeal on what a faker YOU really are? I'll call Kristy right now if
you don't-- "

" Go ahead. Who do you think she'll believe? I'm valuable, you're
replaceable. Are you willing to risk being fired for your part in the
lie? Kristy's bound to be promoted to executive status soon, and we
all know I'm going with her. I could have you fired just for for
mouthing off to me like this! Trudy....I make FIVE TIMES what you make.
"

" Well... since you're paying me three fourths your salary now.....you
actually only make... " Trudy started counting on her fingers.

" Okay, okay. Very funny! Just keep doing my shit work and I won't
sting back. And don't you DARE threatening me with going to
Kristy...understand?" I said, hoping my tone of authority would be hide
my fear.

The the little secretary scared me shitless by boldly picked up her
phone and punching Kristy's line, then offering me the phone.

I didn't dare show weakness as I glared at her, still wincing inside
from her humiliating 'dumbo' dig! She really thought I was bluffing
about firing her, which I *was*. But I was banking that my hapless
little Trudy was more afraid of Kristy than I was.

I took the receiver from her confidently. 

" Kristy? Yeah, it's Jennifer. Listen, Trudy would like to tell you
something..." I paused, eyeing Trudy carefully as her face went white,
her job passing before her eyes.

Trudy quickly snatched the phone from my hand and choked into it. "
Kristy, yeah....I just wanted to say....uh......I've been.....watering jen's
office plants, that's all. .....yeah, yeah...I guess It *is* a silly thing
to bother you about, huh? (giggle) Yeah. Sorry to bother you
with...sorry. Yes ma'am."

Trudy sheepishly shrugged into the receiver as she put it down,
frowning my way.

" Okay....you win. You maybe get in trouble if she found out, but we
both know...I am...I'd be....hmm....uh......what's that word you used...? " Trudy
struggled as she pooped her gum deep in thought.

"...Expendable? It's okay, it's a big word for anyone in reception,
huh?" I winked, giving her butt a playful little pinch. Trudy hated
it, I'm sure, but there'd be no more 'dumbo' jokes heard from around
her desk for a while!

 Now this was more like it! The only heels I'd worn in four days were
Trudy's, minus those annoying little pink pads Lisa insisted on! And,
come to think of it...this was the first time I'd been able to think
clearly...although the sweet anticipation to humiliate myself in high
heels heels kept flashing through my head after my fight with Trudy...

Heels. All wasy the fucking heels. What's the deal? 

Then it hit me!!! 
Jesus...

the pads! 


_________

I locked the door to my office, suddenly not feeing so good. I was
frightned and horny. The first thing I did was throw out all my pads!

The fact that I was too STUPID to get it made me angry, which flooded
me with embarrassment me, which made me horny, imagining me mouthing
off to Trudy like that! But, by now, even *I* got it!

Even me.  

Hey, didn't I,like, write myself a note so I wouldn't, like, forget
all this kinda stuff? I was sure I'd...like, thought something like this
before...

What was i.....? Oh yeah - 

Pads. (giggle)

It's like....DUH,...Excuse Me? HELLO? Something sneaky's going on, and
whenever I don't, like, wear pads in my high heels, I feel a lot
smarter and stuff! I keep finding nasty little stashes of the pink toe
pads poking from my office, in desk drawers, file cabinets - ones I
don't remember buying. I paused, looking at the shoe box full of pads.

I started to feel a little itch between my thighs, which I tried to
ignore, as I whispered to myself in my empy office,

'Gee....look at them all...They're a real pretty shade of pink too. Seems
a shame to throw them out....

I lovingly gazed at the box of pink little shoe pads, surrendering and
letting a guilty finger wander down, past the waist band of my own
skirt, teasing into the elastic of my panties as I played my tongue
lazily across the roof of my mouth.

'Wait - why WAS I throwing all these out again? these were perfectly
good, weren't they? Stupid, stupid,stupid little girl!' I whispered
under my breath, as two fingers sunk deeper past my elastic panties
now and dipped naughtily between my warm soft labia.

'What a silly office ditz jenny is, packing up all these perfectly
good pink high heel pads, what was I gonna do with them anyways? Where
is your mind Jenny? Well, better put these back where they belong....in
the drawer, in the file cabinet...'

Then I frowned at myself.  Something was still wrong. 

'Wait - That's not right EITHER. Gosh - darn you Jenny! - This makes
feel so poopy... I can't.... just can't...remember...

I sat down and had myself a good little cry, feeling quite sorry for
myself, then said to myself again,

'I know I was WAY smarter before, I remember that much! of fiddle
sticks! It's simply not fair!

I wiped my wet tear and pussy stained fingers across my skirt and
tried to straighten up.

'Think Jenny, THINK. Why am I so stupid and excited right now? 

There's some sorta...link.....between how, like, relaxed and giddy I feel
inside, and....what was it again? Wait - I all most remember.....But what
IS it? Boy, think just plain takes too much work.' 

I said to myself, sucking on my finger, deep in thought.  

'Gee, my thumb tastes like pussy, I wonder why? (giggle) Wait- I
remember. ....it's something like......like.....everytime I put pink pads in
my high heels........somehow....the PADS are what's making me so
much....stupidier!!! THERE!!!! "

Then I saw felt piece of paper in my pocket, which I took out and
read, aloud, to myself.

'Message to self: THROW OUT THE PADS DUMMY!  Their affecting you mind.
Don't trust, don't think, don't waste a second. Pack every last one
into a shoe box and do it - NOW! '

I looked at the shoe box with a sly little smirk, proud of myself sor
such a smart Idea. That was it.  See...I just had to...to...

I paused, setting the box down and shoving the message in my pocket.
But, why do I care about a buch of dumb pads? It's the shoes I like. I
bounced over and slipped on a stunning pair of five inch fischia
orange platforms, admiring them. God I was....

I glanced down, my fingers all ready buried in my own panties. I'd get
to whatever that silly note said in a minute. I sunk back into my
office chair as I dug my heels into the plastic mat under my chair,
rocking back and forth to the rhythms of my mounting orgasm -

and thankfully forgot whatever poopy little was worrying me in the
first place.

_______

I awoke on my couch at home, feeling like I'd had a ugly hangover. 
My old clear headed self was back, but I wasn't sure this was good. I
didn't want to know. What day was it? God, it's wensday! Judging my by
sencitive little pussy, obviously I'd slept and masterbated all monday
night AND all through Tuesday, AND didn't even wake till around five
today, still groggy from my drunken orgy in high heels yesterday. God,
what a slut I am. Then a weird vapid giggle escaped me, and I slapped
a hand over my mouth, as if I'd burped.

I'm sure I didn't go to work. Jesus, I'd better not have. Three days
of work backed up, but a huge report was due, and I had Trudy over a
barel, paying her this much was getting off easy, considering. 
Luckily I hadn't woken up in heels this time. Since I'd ripped the
phone cord from the wall, Lisa couldn't tempt me either.

I remembered Trudy was supposed to meet me here at lunch next wensday
finish another report for me, which we'd pretend *I* was up all night
doing. That was today, right? I forget...

Better make a note to myself why she came, in case I don't remember
when she shows up. God the notes are humiliating. Place is plastered
with them. Better hide the ones all over the kitchen so Trudy can't
see them. Can't trust the twit, she'd take advantage if she knew....

...how vulnerable I am. 

I walked into my bathroom, embarrassed as Mr. Perky stared me in the
face. No, he's not 'Mr. Perky' - what the matter with me? It's an ugly
piece of metal that I foolishly bolted to my own bathroom, which I now
fuck myself on, to amuse the love of my life....

Lisa. 

Just the memory of her tugged at my heart. Plus...as I tinkled into my
toilet, I realized how much I hated my own bathroom now. The gaudy
wallpaper, Lisa's lurid photos of my abused feet and face while
pleasuring myself all happily decorating the walls and ceiling. People
at work would die if they saw.

I had another bathroom by my bedroom, so I kept coming back to use
*this* one. Why? WHY??? I hated the image of myself as someone dumb
enough to keep I glared at that evil ol' Mr. Perky, who mocked me,
jutting obseenly from the wall, inches from my face.

'Fuck you, Mr. Perky' I pouted to myself defiantly as I squeezed more
pee pee into the toilet, then, impulsively, I leaned forward, and gave
him a little kiss on the end. Before I knew it, I sucked the end of
him into my mouth, making a face as I tasted my own orders on him,
frowning.

I burst into tears as I reached for the toilet paper, shuddering,
still embarrassed by how much my own stupidity excited me! Even if
somebody was trying to demote us all into silly little bimbettes at
work, my throbbing desires in private were only speeding me down even
faster!

I cringed at the danger of my even going to work like that on Monday.
The last I remember I was so horny, I was just relieved I didn't
bounce up to Kristy's office, start finger fucking myself and  beg for
a demotion right then and there! I can't EVER risk being at work in
such a vulnerable 'bimbo' state like that ever again!

Well, I'd cleaned the house off all pads, so maybe I had a chance now...

I pulled a strange piece of paper from my pocket, and tried to read
it.

'HEY STUPID - when TRUDY COMES over today - Remember to TRY not to
hump the couch arms of other furinture.'

Oh yeah. I knew there's a reason I keep doing that! That's really
pretty nasty thing to do, isn't it? No wonder they smell like Mr.
Perky, another giggle escaping from my lips.

Inserting a finger in myself, I re-read the silly little warning while
on the toilet, trying to ignore the mounting anticipation for the
naughty little pads which were NOW in the plastic garbage bag I'd
thrown away last night.

Well, I'd thrown the away and dug them out a dozen times, but since
they were NOW in the trash,

...I'd won. 

:-)

Unfortunately, the garbage truck had already came, so I was fresh out
at home, and I licked my lips at the temptations my high heels and
pads ignited inside me. I left the bathroom and walked past my closet,
trying not to admire my now totally bitchin' collections of high
heels, as I confussedly and angrily fingering myself, racking my brain
for who could it be behind it all.

Kristy?  I mean, she got the pads wholesale right? Why would she buy
them if she never wears heels. But if Kristy is behind ALL of it, I
don't buy she'd put Lisa up to that shit with Joe! I can't think of
anyone who'd licks cum out of a shoe as being in control.

I walked into my closet and dug out a pair of five inch pumps, but I
didn't put them on or anything. I'm not that stupid.

I ONLY did it....to scrub the smell of the pads from the soles of the
heel, that's all. As I worked on them with a wash cloth, I continued
deep in thought.

Lisa. Not Lisa. Not MY Lisa. Not by day anyway. Not even by night.
She's carnal at night, and cruel, but she's still pretty vapid. And
even if it is, what's up with Joe bruising her?  NO, I don't buy she'd
let herself be beaten that badly just for this.

I tried to burrow my nose into the high heel, but I couldn't smell a
thing. I guess it's not the odor, but how it seeps into the pores. I
decided I'd just wear  them for...what? Two minutes. Tops.  I needed
relief of the feeling of them on. But nothing crazy.

I'd set the timer, so there's be some limits. Two minutes, tops.  As I
slipped them on, I realized these had some pads in them. Well, at
least my toes won't feel squashed, right?  Imean, come on, what's ONE
pair of pads gonna hurt?

Right? 

Standing there in my cute little sexy pumps, admiring how smooth and
sexy they made me feel, I hurriedly looking through the drawer for
that stupid timer, trying to think a little more...but it was getting,
like, harder and harder...

Joe? I think he's not much more than a chimp, frankly. He's just a
tool, like Lisa. That leaves...

Where is that poopy timer? God my shoes look sexy. 

Trudy. She hasn't been around very long, but she is
shaping up to be a little pain in the butt.  She's
already sucking the bulk of my paycheck up now.  
What was she up to? 

Now, what was I looking for in this drawer again? Oh poo! 



_________


I stayed burrowed away in the safety of my office, frantcily worried
of talking to anyone, as I was slipping into and out so much now, eben
what I'm not wearing any high heels! I didn't even know what day is
was, or care, still reeling from watching what small part of me was
left, disapear.  Didn't it mater to me? Didn't anything mater anymore?

What *really* bothred me, was, part of me was...

...relieved. 

Then Lisa called me and Trudy into her office. She started crying,
confessing she'd been given a stern warning by Kristy about not
meeting her quota. Trudy and I exchanged unsurprised looks, especially
since Trudy was now secretly carrying BOTH my and Lisa's workloads.
However, we both Trudy and I potely rushed in, assured her everything
would be fine, offered hugs and kleenex to the hapless blinking little
bimbo before us.

"I don't get it. It's not like I'm all *that* far behind now, am I? "
Lisa cluelessly asked. Trudy and I shrugged non-comitally, while I
inwardly cringed.

"Guess what? Kristy actually said....she was gonna, are you
ready?....DEMOTE me...I'm demoted. " Lisa stammered in a panic.

"To what position?" Trudy asked in a beat. I frowned at her ill-timed
sencitivity, but was curious myself.

"Well...it's up in the air, but Kristy said I may have
to, like, re-interview just to see if I....well.....could
even bae able to be like, even.....a receptionist's." 

"Wow. That lowely, huh? Hey einstien, there's only one receptionist
position here." Trudy snapped.

"..uh.....I know." Lisa said sheepishly, avoiding Trudy's eyes.  

" WHAT? I'm only budging one inch from this stupid little receptionist
position, until I get promoted. Period. I'm sorry Lisa, I'll be damned
if your taking MY friggin' job-- " Trudy snapped at the poor girl, and
I jumped between them.

"Relax Trudy, I'm sure Kristy was just trying to...uh...'motivate' Lisa,
NOT take your 'friggin' job', okay?"  I said, as Trudy backed down
with a frown.

"Tell her. Tell Lisa who's really been bailing her out around here, or
I will..." Trudy barked as I turned Lisa away from Trudy and towards me.
 
"Lisa...I've a confession to make. I only did it....to
help you.....the thing is...well...." Trudy grabbed Lisa's hand and butt in.

"Your work hasn't been cutting it. It's me that's been bailing your
dizty ass out."

"You? But...I've been handing in stuff..."

"Jenny and I intrecept it, and rewrite them. None of your crayon -
like - reports even reached Kristy's desk for weeks, or you'd have
been canned long ago!" Trudy spat as Lisa stared in horror.

"Why? It's not like I'm stupid or anything...Not *that* stupid, am I?
Jen, you knew about this?" Lisa asked, big tears forming.

"I've been doing you both your and Jen's work these
last few months. She's not much better than you, it seems..." Trudy
spat.

Lisa shot a pouty hurt look my way, and somehow knowing I'd betrayed
her, humiliated her, aroused me too. Jesus I was sick.

"Trudy!" I scowled. " Lisa, it was to protect you..." I lied. 

"But, if I'm like, out of a job, that's kinda...sucky, isn't it? How's
that protecting me jenny, huh?" Lisa asked, half desimated, and half
like a distracted child who simply couldn't follow along.

"Smart question, for a bimbo. Any anwser, *jenny*?" Trudy smirked and
shrugged at me casually.

I looked at the ground, my face burning. 

"Okay you two little brain surgens, since were all being so fucking
honest - and since I'm bailing both out - I'd like you two to address
me as 'Gertrude' from now on, IF you think your able to remember
something that."

"I like Trudy..." Lisa pouted, staring down with her high heel strap,
humming to herself.

"Trudy's' a twits name, right, *jenny*?" Trudy grinned. The nastier
Trudy was being, the more she was teasing me into a fog of sexual
frusteration. WhaThe humiliation of standing here, passivly watching
by whole reputation and dirty little secrets were being emptied out
before Lisa, made me knees weak. Thank god Kristy wasn't here.

I wantd to be indignant over Trudy basicly calling my best friend a
fucking bimbo to her own face, but Lisa embarrassed me further by
playing with her shoe straps and  humming the theme to Sesame Street.
Jesus, no wonder Kristy lit into her.

God we were pathetic. I stepped closer to Lisa's face and spoke to her
tenderly.

"Lisa honey...Trudy...."

" What was my special name again? I'm Gertrude, unless you want me to
start calling that cute little name Lisa likes to use over the phone,
what was it......again?" Trudy hissed, but the Idea turned me on.

"DUMBO!" lisa proudly said, expecting someone to hand her a stuffed
animal.

"Bingo." Trudy laughed. 

"No, I'm pretty sure it's Dumbo." Lisa said, trying to think. It was
cute, if annoying.

" as I was saying.......I only had er..'Gertrude' here doing all the grown
up stuff secretly, to help us. Contracts and all that hard stuff. You
don't hate me for saving you all that hard work, do you honey? It's
all mommy's fault. All my fault. "

"You two are sick!" Trudy sneared. I continued hugging Lisa as I spoke
soothingly to her.

"...that's the only reason that poopy ol' Miss Kristy said all that
nasty stuff to you....cause your just, well....you're a little too...." I
said with a consoling pat. I'd have
to come down hard on Trudy for that 'dumbo' shit!

"Stupid? Oooohh gooddddd.....I'm Really too dumb to do my own work?
aaaawwwww.....gosh dang it! " Lisa whinned, a tiny ray of awareness 
penetrating her foggy brain as she paused, rediscovering her heels.

"Shit kiddo, you're dumb as nails!  Better stick to those shoe straps.
" Gertrude snickered at her own cruelty.

I'd was too aroused to force any more dirty looks over to Trudy, and
decided to Ignore how stimulated. yeah, that's not a bimbo word.
Stimulated...I was...and <ahem> ...focus on helping Lisa with her abusive
boyfriend by going to Kristy for help when we had lunch today. I could
still trust her, and she always knows what to do.

I couldn't believe I'd patheticly stood next to Lisa and agreed now
call Trudy 'Gertrude' to her face! The gall of that girl! Despite my
dowward spiral, I still had an ace in Kristy, and I'd have a little
*chat* with the big boss lasy about our reseptionist's cheeky attitude
of late. She still wored *for us, I now saw that using her to help
Lisa and me was a huge mistake.

I was still reeling from the implications of this
whole pad in the high heels thing, when Trudy pulled me aside from
Lisa whisperd to me.

" So...do you think Kristy would really demote Lisa?" Trudy asked. I was
surprised she'd show vulerability by asking, and I realized part of
her bluster and bullying of us was for Lisa, not me.

I knew she didn't think of me in the same class as Lisa. Or course
not, thank god. I attempted to look as together as possibly, so I
wouldn't lose her confidence, and to restablish control.

"I doubt it. Don't worry, gertrude dear, I seriously doubt you'd
replace Lisa as 'queen ditz'. Your safely tucked away in the boss's
mind as the girl who bitches about it, but never the less cleans up
everyone else's shit, something you've got a tallent for, wouldn't you
say? " I said staring at 'Gertrude' as pointedly and bitchily as
possible to her.

Gertude frowned at me. I felt she backed down when I took charge, her
cruelty only inflamed by my lapes into bimbo like passivity. As long
as I pretended to be tough, maybe I had a change, adding:

"Besides, Kristy looks down everybody, escept me. That's why you'd
better watch your mouth."

"Oh, I think Kristy sees me in a new light,
especially after my bailing your butts out all this
work stuff. You see, I called your bluff. Told her an
hour ago.  And I still have a job! " Trudy smiled. 

"You're bluffing..." I stammered. 

"Call her and ask Dumbo." Trudy shrugged causally as she picked up the
phone.

I slamed it down, furiously. Lisa looked up at us, frightened. "It's
okay honey, just...go back to your straps." I sighed, flying back into
Trudy.

" You bitch! I TOLD You not to tell...now she...now she thinks...." 

"That you're a stupid little as your Little Miss Bimbette over there?"

"I'm no fucking bimbo!" I snapped at Trudy as poor little Lisa kept
gesturing to a box in the corner, pointing longingly at whatever was
inside it like a little kid. I held her hand as I spoke as if she were
a little toddler, as she whimpered for the box just beyond her reach.

"No, but you'll get there. I can see it Jen, your slipping, and it's
not pretty to see. Everyone noticing it, your work and ability to
deliver have gone to hell, your clothes are getting a
little...restrictive, and I won't even go into your shoes lately. "

I couldn't *believe* Trudy was being so mean! Sure, Lisa had brought
over a few things from her closet, and we'd play a little game in our
special room of my trying to fit into some of it, like with her high
heels earlier, but that was none of Trudy's business!

"...why look at yourself?" Trudy pointed as I glanced down ... 

... and realized I'd been, like, dry humping my own crotch against the
arm of Lisa's office chair as we Gertrude and I spoke. I hadn't even
noticed. God, her debasing way of talking had caught up with me...

Golly, I'm so weak. Heck, who was this little girl fooling? But the
next thing I did, even surprised me.

I sunk down on the floor, trying not to cry, feeling totaly alone and
started sucking my thumb as I continued riding the material of my
dress against the arm of the cushioned office chair.

"jenny...?" Gertrude asked as I let the tears come as I spoke. 

"Your right Gertrude. I have been having...problems.
It's useless to lie. But it's not just my being..."

"Dumb?" Gerture asked with a triumphantly beaming smile, which made me
feel insanely pissed off and excited beyond words.

"Not just that, other stuff.....some, like, goofy stuff happening.
Look.." I reached down and pulled one of the pink pads from my purse
and showed her.

"Do you wear these in your shoes? " I asked. 

"Yeah, They help keep the toes from narrowing. But I forgot today.
Why? " Gertrude asked, unimpressed.

" Don't you see? I chewed you out this morning, after wearing your
clogs. That's, like, duuuhhhhh... when I'm usually at my total weakest,
most vulnerable....after I've been wearing high
heels, and THESE pads!"

"I'm not following..." She said impatiently.  

"You're the smart one - It's like.....ohhhh...what's the words? The higher
the heel, the more our feet get soar our silly little toe pads we all
keep using, the dumber we get! Does that make sence? More pads,
stupidier girls? " I was frantic for her to agree as I pleaded,
Gertrude folding her arms skeptically.

" Pink shoe pads? Are you serious? " She sighed as if I was in full
bimbo mode, which I wasn't, or at least I *thought* I wasn't. Shit, I
didn't know anymore...

Behind us, Lisa cuddled one of her heels she'd taken
off on the floor and whispered to it. 

Gertrude squinted at me again. 

"So, were ALL being, like, brainwashed? You really
believe that? Me too? And Kristy?"  She asked. 

"I dunno. I can't believe Kristy would be behind it,
not with her feelings about heels. Maybe our *male* boss, the CEO,
what's his name? Johnson? Someone higher? Are you gonna tell me were
all NOT being turned into little over sexed idiots here?"  I said,
kept to riding the chair's arm with a gental rythem, embarrassed
Gertrude wasn't even offened by it, or wasn't even asking me to stop.

"First of all, ALL our shoes are reeking of this pink stuff for
months. So...even If your right, It's probably seeped into  souls so
deeply by now..."

"Exactly. See? the more dumb we getm the hotter our pussies get! We're
totally fucked!" I cried in desperation as Gertrude studied carefully
me sucking and licking my thumb as I humped away. Hope this didn't
make her take me less seriously!

Finally, she could take no more, and exploded:

"Oh for god's sake - will you just KNOW IT OFF!!! You can't hump and
think at the same time you stupid horny twit!"

Gertrude disgustely pried me away from Lisa's chair's arm, which was
now moist with a little stain I'd left, and another across the lap of
my skirt.

Once I broke the motion, I was like, totaly humiliated and felt
really, like, embarrassed and frusterated by not being able to get
off, bursting into more sappy little tears!

Gertrude staring at me firmly. 

"Wait -- back up, are you actualy admiting your own stupidity...turns
you on?" Gertrude asked with a judgmental eyebrow.

"So? It's not me, it's the pad's drug, whatever it is..."

"How can you be sure? Maybe you just naturally get off my a loss of
status...isn't that possible?" She cheerily asked.

"But it's not the 'real me'. I wasn't this way before." I whimpered. 

"How can you be so sure? Did the 'real you' ask Lisa to call you dumbo
over the phone? What else does she 'make' you do? Is the 'real you' a
lesbian, or is this your Magic Pad Powder to blame for that too?"
Gertrude snapped, her voice laced with anger.

"I don't.....I mean......" 

"Look dummy, does the 'new you' feeling of wearing high heels get you
all hot and bothered?" Gertrude said while filling her nails, losing
interest.

"Yes."  I managed, embarrassed and confused my her bored insulting
tone.

"Does the 'new you' behaving stupidly and ditzy stir you with endless
aroual and anticipation?" She asked unflinchingly, finishing off her
nail.

I looked down, nodding. 

"So what's the problem? Maybe this 'new you' is the *real* you, in
which case, If it's something you already like AND it excites you, I 
don't get the problem..." Trudy said sounding a little foggy herself.

" Gertrude, does it...arouse you too?" 

" No, but I'm not the cute little air head you two are, so I'm in a
different leauge." She said with a megewatt smile.

"Don't be a meany..." I pouted, feeling stupid and horny at her sarcasm.
I fell to my knees before her and pleaded, though she seemed bored
now.

"Gertrue, I'm begging you -- pleeeeease....promise me you'll watch out
for us. I know we're not the closest of friends, I'n desperate
here.....please.....but not let me do anything to...embarrasse myself, okay?

Gertrue laughed, but before she could speak, we both heard a noise,
and turned back to see Lisa with a trying to open a stupid box, and
something in me snapped, and I totally, like, forgot what we were,
like, talking about.

Gertrude reached over and impatiently threw open the box, which Lisa
desperately fumbled her hands into. Lisa hugged what was inside to her
chest, as if everything was now okay. Heels. Pumps. Brightly colored.
Tacky.

"Goody, goody, gum-drop!!! Happy,happy,happy!!" Lisa giggled. 

Gertrue shot me a 'God she's pathetic' expression. 
I saw Lisa about to put her heels on and gertrude stopped her and
reached inside, pulling a small pink pad out and held it up to my
face.

"Well well, what have we here?" She laughed with a rasied eyebrow.
"Guess this is the evil culprit, right?" Lisa jumped in with,

" Put it back Gertie, that's the best part. It feels like, all squishy
and stuff on my toes and stuff...Put my pads back inside okaaaaaay?
preeeeetty pleeeeeeease? Please put it back..." Lisa begged like a
junkie. My heart broke seeing her like this, but Gertrude wouldn't,
playfully waving it just out of Lisa's reach over her head as she sat
on the floor.

"Should I Jenny? Should I further corrupt our sweet little asistant
office manager? I want to hear it from your lips...." Gertrude smirked.

I took my thing from my mouth and snapped. 

"Oh, just give her the gosh darned pads. It's too late for her
anyways!" I embarrassedly pouted, crawling over on my hands and knees
and feeling such naked betral as I stuffed the pink pad back into
Lisa's six inch heel. I winced as I saw myself grabbed another
handfull from Lisa's purse, as Gertrude added:

"You can't have too many with six inchers,
right dip shit?" 

Lisa nodded eagerly. " uh huh....Please guys...help me stand up  in them,
okay? Please, please, please, please....."

After some pathetic pleading from Lisa, we supported either side of
her, helping her stand.   Once our poor little high school drop out
arched into her humiliating looking pink paten leather wonders, she
found herself drying the tears from her eyes, virtually unable to move
from the high heel pedestal they created, like plastic some doll on a
display.

But the more Lisa tottered around in her stiletto heels, the more
frusterated I was I wasn't getting off.

" Well.....how do they look? " Lisa asked desperately.

" They're very....high...." I said, trying to hide my
growing arousal.

" As high as your ballerina heels were when you fucked Mr. Perky?
Their not that high, are they Jenny? They were the highest huh? " Lisa
said excitedly.

" Ballerina heels?" Gertrude smirked with a glance my way, as I did my
best to ignore her, as I continued to lick and nurse my thumb, burning
with shame this was all desending into Gertrude's attempt to humiliate
Lisa, and pissed at myself for, like, watching and, trying not to
touch myself. I fought for some motherly words for my Lisa.

" They look fine honey. Let's like, not get into our private time
together right now, okay? Just relax and enjoy your new toys, okay?
You could use a little ifun  after getting such poopy news with work
and all..."

" Oh yeah, work. Bummer....But....good thing I have these, huh? These make
it all okay...!!!" Lisa beamed at us as Gertrude gave me a sad sigh,
smirking back to Lisa.

Suddenly I became aware of someone next to us. 

I jumped a foot when I saw her stand at the door entrance to Lisa's
office, arms folded.  Iwanted to die, I really did, blood rushing to
my face.



" Hello Lisa..." Kristy leaning against the the door. 

" Kristy, how long have you been standing there? " I asked, jerking
the thumb from my mouth and praying Kristy would spot the stain on my
skirt as I stood behind Lisa's chair.

But, luckily, Kristy was just smiling, taking in the site of Lisa
towering before us like a circus clown.

" Oh, HEEEEYYYYYY Kristy...Don't I look, like, super cool? " Lisa smiled
as Kristy shot Gertrude and I a measured look.

" ...super duper cool..." Kristy smiled as though watching a small child
doing a trick.

Kristy watched bemused as Lisa stood delicately perched on bizarrely
thin stiletto heels measuring an incredible six inches high.  Lisa
proudly pointed to her feet, struggling to stay up.

"See? These pumps have a really cool narrow pointed toe and are really
jazzy looking cause they got these neat-o double sets of ankle straps
across my ankles. Did you guys notice the cool straps on the --? "

" Yeah hon, we noticed." Kristy smiled with a mixture of  condesention
and amusement. This torried little display was the last straw. The
change in Kristy's voice made it clear.

Lisa's rep at work was now....

toast. 

These 'bimbo shoes' had branded Lisa a child in every bodies eyes as
well as cost her any office manager status. I should have been
horrified, but the whole thing gave me a delicious sadistic thrill! I
could see the glint in Kristy's hard cold eye, and it made me horny
knowing Lisa had thrown ut all away and totally, like, blown it!

She'd  be lucky to land a cleaning job at this rate! My heart was
racing with excitement. This was my worst fear, and Lisa was living it
out. Her new role was cemented and there was nothing anyone could do.
I desperately hid my glee as she minced around in those sexy looking
six inch stilettos, her feet growing purple from the tight fitting
size she'd chosen.

" Lisa hon, maybe you'd better give them a rest, huh?" I tried,
selfishly hoping she wouldn't.

Kristy shot me a "good suggestion" look, and I flushed under her
approval. Lisa chirpped at us.

"It's okay Jenny. My little tootsies need the
practice. It doesn't hurt....too bad." I made a mental note to correct
her calling me 'Jenny' in the future before Kristy.

There was almost no shame on Lisa's stupid vacant
little face, as she pranced around before us, eager
for our approval. The angle forcing her 'tootsies' to
stand at attention in these six inch torture devices
kept turning Lisa's feet deeper shades of blue and
purple now.  

I saw Kristy's mouth drop when she finally saw Lisa's feet, and got
insanely aroused, knowing she'd freak! Lisa grabbed for a new kleenex
to wipe her tears as Kristy and I watched Lisa abuse herself in the
heels, fresh tears trickling from her chin.

" Lisa, this is NUTS!!! Those things are clearly killing you!!! Kristy
demanded, panic growing.

"Kristy, uh....maybe she knows what she's doing..." I said weakly. 

"Maybe she wants to be called Dumbo too, huh Jen?" Gertrude smirked. I
had to use all my strength to keep from killing her right there. The
comment went right past Kristy, as Lisa jumped in:

" No..It's okay...they need to be worn, I gotta stretch them out." Lisa
stammered.

" No! You're getting OUT OF THEM - NOW!!!" Kristy
screamed. 

In minutes Gertrude, (or Trudy, which she sliped back into around
Kristy) and I had Lisa out of the ridiculous heels and back on her
feet as Trudy got some water and towles, helping the girl to the rest
room to soak her feet before getting her to a doctor, per Kristy's
instruction.

I followed behind Kristy as we we watched Trudy help Lisa out the back
work entrance.

"Jennifer, Lunch tomarrow? We've a some important things to discuss..."
Kristy said seriously.

I was really, like, worried by Kristy's tone, but I had a speech all
rehearsed. I hadn't forgotten Trudy, and would never trust the bitch
again!  I'd be spending all day on damage control over how bad she
probably made me look in Kristy's eyes. Thank god all Kristy was
Lisa's display and not my chair humping thumb sucking stuff.

I'd have to make sure Trudy was fucking *fired* today to cover my ass,
AND for betraying Lisa and I like this!

_______


I snatched a pair of Lisa's heels and started into my office , but
some other girl was WORKING in there! I'm like, Hellooooo? MY office?
Excuse me!!!! It's that intern, that prissy little Christina, which
kinda pissed me off. On top of that, she was sitting there with my
favorite of neon pink pumps on the desk, AND painting her fingernails
a cheep looking black goth color. Totally, disgusting, this whole goth
stuff, huh? This is way outta line for intern too.

Furious, I almost was ready to march in there and tell her off, then I
looked at the my shoes.....Cute little open towed numbers, five inch
plastic pink mules.

I felt a weird, like, totally bitchin' RUSH inside... 

Part of me  was afraid I'd like, embarrasse myself, cause she'd like,
think I was some kinda...well, you know. The 'B' word. And anotehr part
knew I had too. Not that I'd like, hump her leg or nothing. No, I'm
not that bad. Most of the interns are as clueless as me! (giggle)

I took a step in, surprising myself. She jumped a foot. 

"Oh - Shit! I'm mean...Oops! really sorry Miss Corbitt... I had no place
else to...I know this is your office, huh? I can move..." She said
nervously picking up her folders.

"No, that's okay....You're the new girl, right? Aren't you getting your
first evaluation with Kristy tomarrow?"  I smiled, as she relex.

"yup." She sighed with a little shrug."   

So.....'Christina' is it?" Cool. So, like.....why are you sitting at my
desk?" I said, watching her lips purse.

" Oh, uh....copy machine broke down. I was just hand copying these
reciepts, pretty lame what us interns are used for huh?" She said her
eyes darting to the nail posih on my desk then back to me, while she
forced a worried plastic smile. But I was pertty sure she was just
doing her nails. That's my guess.

"Miss Corbitt, you SURE you don't need to use your own office? You
gotta have more important stuff to do than this...." She grimaced.

"Ohhh....just some...like clients and stuff... I guess....needed some
figures..." I lied. Gertrude did that now. But I wanted to see if I
couldn't...

"Clients - Oh gosh, that's, like, much more important, isn't it?"
Christina blinked puzzledly.

"No, not with me!" I giggled "Listen...will you do me a fav Chrissy?
Would you do those reciepts latter, and do something for me now
instead....? Pretty please?" I said, wincing at how stupid that last
part came out.

"Anything Miss Corbitt, just ask...!" 

"Is that fingernail polish?"

"Yeah. Sorry. I promise I'll never --" She paniced as I cut her off. 

"Shhhh -- Now this may sound a little odd, Chrissy...but...will you be a
dear and...paint my pretty pink high heels with your black nail polish?"
 I asked stupidly, going wild over how I was humiliating myself, and
the office gossip I'd be setting in motion when she'd started
blabbing.

"You want me to....PAINT your shoes black...with nail polish? The whole
shoe? Won't that ruin them? Are you SURE? I mean...like, what if some of
it it drips on your desk?"

"When you meet with Kristy tomarrow, tell her I said I'd personally
lick it up..." I said, racing out the door.

OMIGOD! What the heck did I just, like, do? I was so hot over being so
stupid, I rushed down the hall, slamed the supply closet door,
desperate for something to furiously grind my sweaty little pussy
against. I wondered. Would I get to lunch tomarrow before Christina
talked to Kristy, and have a chance to put it out, before it blew up
in my face? Talk about stupid!

Or would I be too late. Golly this was fun! I bet this is how Lisa
felt with her little high heel humiliation fashion show! Saying that
to her, just.... just poped into my head, and now we'll see, wont we
jennifer?

No...won't we....jenny. 

I locked the door, and grabbed my pussy, then decided it would be more
exciting to....UNLOCK it, fearing of getting caught driving me insane --
as I hid in the small little closet like a moron, forcing my feet into
Lisa's shoes and riding a broom handle, imaginine the sick rush that
cute prissy little intern would give me by possibly humiliating me.
Here I was supposed to be goody two shoe jennifer, helping my best
friend Lisa get out of her pervy hubby's abuse, and instead I was
fooling around like a horny teenager with Lisa's very fate!

Would Crissy poo blab? Gosh, I hoped not. I mean....SO! (giggle)
Imagine, if Chrissy actualy, like, TOLD her, Kristy, what I'd said?
I'd have to expalin why little jenny wenny blabed such a ditzy stuff
to the big boss lady tomarrow morning...


______


This was it. 

It was killing me, but I did it! I couldn't fucking believe I'd almost
fucked this up with that stuuuuuupis intern bullshit yesterday, but
the fear of losing everying I've ever worked for, for a fucking
orgasm, just wasn't worth it, soooooo....after NINE gut wrenching HOURS,
dozens of notes and throwing out every last pair of shoes I OWN, so I
went literally without ANY PUMPS, ANY PADS........did it!

I almost could friggin' think again!!! 

Sorta. 

The fall out was, last night had left me totally sexually frusterated
beyond my limits had made it impossible to even pretended to be
normal. My only weakness was...well....a new little outfit I picked up
this morning, and HEY, I HAD to by some shoes, cause I couldn't, like,
come to this meeting barefoot, right?

Kristy and I had brie and bread sticks at our usual spot and I told
her I knew who was fucking things up, and I needed to restore order,
despite the choas my sick games left around the office, I knew only
Kristy could save  me from myself...or and Lisa from her husband's
preversions. Plus, this was my last chance to regain her confidence in
me.

"So, let me get this straight, your saying Gertrude is unstable?" 

"I'm saying she'd do, like, almost *anything* to work her way out of
reception! Totally! Look at how she's worked typing my and Lisa's
reports into taking credit for them! It's totally..."

"Totally. There it is.." Kristy winked. 

"Huh?" I said stupidly. 

"You're quite *enamored* of that word of late, aren't you? Better
watch your company." Kristy smirked. Before I could decide if she was
laughing with me or AT me, she continued.

"Look Kiddo. Don't try and snow me with Lisa. She herself admits to
having trouble with the most basic of functions. I had her IQ tested.
She's dangerously close to 'special' as in 'handicapped. "

" You're kidding." I said. 

" Seriously. Now, I know you're a different case. And I know Gertrude
and you haven't --"

"Trudy! Trudy! Not Gertrude. Demanding her name changed is...like,
well....uh...." I fought for the words.

" ...just another power play? " Kristy asked with a
raised eyebrow. 

"Yeah - that! What you just said. " I blurted out,
wincing at how clumsy my words kept coming out. 

'You okay today?" She asked watching me merclessly. 

"..uh...late night. I'm quiting cafeen." I blushed. 

"Well, you sure *look* it. Watch yourself kiddo." 

"Say, You talk to that intern today, the new girl...what's her name?" 

"Christina? She my 1:30. Don't worry about her. As I was saying...Look,
I know Trudy's gunning for Lisa's old spot, but she's overshooting. In
a year, maybe. Forget her, I need *you* to shape up. It'd take me too
long to train someone to jump into your accounts this late in the
game. To be frank, Trudy's attempts to do your job aren't cutting it.
" Kristy said as I found myself vacantly stroking my heels under the
table.

My mind wandered during the long sentence. I should have paid
attention too, 'cause, like, I was sure there was a something, like
important in there somewheres......

"Jennifer....I know you CAN you pull it together. Question is, WILL you?
I need my old Jennifer
back. Okay?" Kristy said, taking my hand and bring my eyes to hers.
Tears started to form as I realized this was my second chance. Shake
it this jenny crap! Kristy was coming through for you, and no, you
WON'T let her down! Jesus was I lucky!!!

"Are you gonna let Trudy go then?" 

"Reprimanded. And I'll explain how her focus should
be loyalty, not advancement. Besides, if she's gonna
take credit for your work, she could at least do a
better job, right? " Kristy laughed, the joke going
over my head, but I mimicked her laughter with a false little smile,
nodding head.

"I really appericate this Kristy, I won't let you down. Promise." 

Ooohhh puuuleeeeas. I know that silly, that's why I hired you. Did you
see the heels on that silly new assistant, Tammy? Talk about a joke!"
Kristy laughed, which I usual got bored with, but I brightened right
up about, cause it was, like, about, high heels! Cool!

"Yeah. She can't really pull off half of what she wears, huh? Listen,
about this intern, Christina? Do me a fav and drop her, okay?"

"Why?" 

"Come ooooonnn...please? I'm your main bed, remember? I know I've been a
bit...'whatever', lately, but DO this for me, right away, before she
even sees you today. Okay?"  I said as playfully as I could muster,
dogging other women in that sick way I knew my boss loved, making her
grin.

"Booooy, you really *don't* like her, huh? Done. Consider her toast.
Okay, anything else before we get back to work?" Kristy asked
brightly.

" Well...there is..one LAST thing..."  I said coyly. 

" Yeah? Shoot." 

" Lisa's got herself in a...situation. Her boyfriend will leave her if
she doesn't fulfill a certain little, well, fantasy of his.."  I
tried, leaving out the bruises, knowing that would send Kristy into
hyper space and get the cops involved, something Lisa begged me to
avoid.

I could see Kristy's lurid curiosity outstripped her feminisnt moral
or her mild repulsion.
 
"Really? Sounds....twisted. Spill." She smirked. 

"Well..." I leaned over and found as subtle a way to describe Joe's
cumming in his wife's shoe fantasy as possible. Which wasn't, like,
easy.

"....that's disgusting." She whispered. 

"I know, I know. I told Lisa as much, but this is serious. He said
he'll ditch her if she doesn't find a replacement for his sexual kink.
I say good riddance, but you know our silly little Lisa!"


"Yeah..." Kristy chuckled to herself. Then her eyes caught my high heels
for the first time.

The smile left her face as her eyes meet mine,
frowning. a Long silence hung there, as I sqirmed, feeling a warm
feeling spread over my privates.

I shrugged helplessly as I felt more red hot humiliation pour over my
body, at my disaproving boss seeing....

...my orange platforms.

Yes ORANGE. and yes PLATFORMS. I'm clueless why the hell I did it, I
just saw them in the window. I'm weak. Sweat stared to pour.

" Those are some *interesting* shoes...." Kristy
managed. 

Motherfucker. I thought she'd noticed earlier. Though I'd squeeked by.
Heart racing. Faster, faster. Damage control, sinking, sinking!!!!

"GOTCHYA!!! boy, I really had you goin' there, huh?" I forced
artifical laughter. "It's a joke, see?" I tried.

She started at me for a second, reading me. 

"Okay, a silly one. They're just Lisa's. Mine got dirty today because
I...uh....like, had to change a tire, that's all. I know they're really
fucking embarrassing, and I feel like a total fucking air head for-" I
was racing a mile a minute in explanation as Kristy cut me off.

"HEY - relax! I have another pair of flats back at
the office I'll loan you. What are you a size eight? "

"uh....nine. " I said, face aflush. 

"Well mine are eight and a half's. They'll get you
through the day. I imagine those little suckers are
torture to mince around in, right? " Kristy shook her head at the
orange plastic four inch platforms which gorgeously hugged and hurt my
tired toes, heels and tendons.

 I nodded, going a little dumb again when she started talking about
them. About heels. My heels. I winced over how I was now SO used to
wearing three and four inch heels at home and behind my locked office
door over the lst six monthes, that my poor little tendons were
shorter and I'd now be aching painfully through Kristy's flats for the
rest of the day. 'Fiddle sticks and double Poo' I pouted to myself.

"While were on fashion....I have noticed your wardrobe's gotten a
little, well, let's just say...'Lisa influenced'. Now, look Jen, it's
your turff -- my account manager's fashion choices are *none* of my
business, but you are a distinguished business woman, not a silly
little twenty something. Things Trudy and Lisa try, look silly on
women of our position, okay? I hope I wasn't too out of line, but I
just.."

It took everything I had just to keep from clutching my pussy, barely
following what Kristy was sayin' ...but I soon just gave up and nodded
my head like a puppy, really, like, hoping it wouldn't need some sorta
answer.

" Now, as to Lisa's problem, I think I know of someone who'd be
desperate enough to jump at the chance..."

__________


I stood in the doorway of Lisa's house for the first
time. Lisa's husband's house, that is. The big prick! 

In all our time together, I'd never seen where she lived. It was a
modest little house, very much like her mind--stuffed with hordes of
nick nacks, clothes, shoes and what not. Like a teenager's bed room.
Like a bimbo's, come to think of it.

But Lisa wasn't here today. It was just me and a friend who was to
meet me here at five, but had left me stuck face to face with Lisa's
charming, beer swilling boyfriend, Joe. Lisa would really fucking owe
me for this one!!!

"Hello Joe, it's me, Jennifer."

"Jenn...Jen....Oh yeah, that chick she works with, right?" 

"Yes, that's me." I squeaked, sounding a little more silly and trivial
than I'd planned. His expression showed his snap judgment from my
chirping voice - air head. Damn it , now he'd think I was really like
this, just from my poor first impression!

"Well... aren't you gonna come in?" He belched. 

"Well, I was waiting for a...friend..."  I said weakly, looking behind me
at the empty driveway.

"Come inside and wait. Look, nobody's gonna rape you - trust me!" Joe
cruely laughed as I winced.

I turned to see a car pull up and sighed in relief. 

"She's here..." I chirped again, my voice all sing songy and sounding
even stupider than before. Why
did I keep doing that lately? I walked into the living room, and
before I could sit down, another hand knocked on the door. Joe showed
her in and directed her to Lisa's room so she could get changed. I
remembered that Joe wanted a sexy outfit which she probably brought in
a bag or something.

I just wanted to get this whole disgusting mess over with. I'd been
secretly aroused when Lisa had told me this, but now being here alone
with Joe made me queasy. I didn't like guys, and I guess that was part
of Joe's sick thrill, getting one of Lisa's girlfriend's from work to
wear some
heels and another even stupider one to orally clean them. 

Jesus this was pathetic. Why were my hands sweaty? 

"Okay....guess she's ready!" Joe announced, as she came out from the
back bedroom, all decked out in some cheesy red mini latex mini skirt,
garters, stockings, and a furry sash around her otherwise naked chest,
stumbling through the carpet in a pair of Lisa's bright red six inch
pumps and looking amazingly sexy, if I do say so myself.

Trudy looked miserable. I savored every moment, and was pleasantly
surprised Trudy had agreed to it.  Maybe Kristy knocking her down a
peg ot two did the trick. I smiled a nasty smile at her.

"Hello...Trudy."  I sneered. 

"My names Gertrude." Trudy sneered back. 

"Jesus, what a sucky name! You'd better stick with Trudy like the toad
over here said. So what's your name bitch?" Joe cruelly snapped.

"uh...Trudy" she whispered, looking down, face burning brightly. 

"Okay Trudy, here's the deal. I wanna come in my girlfriend's heels,
those heels. This Jennifer cunt's no beauty queen, so you're the eye
candy to get me off, got it?" We both started dumbfounded as he
casually just unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis.

" So, which are you gonna be, Trudy?"  He asked as he started stroking
his cock as though we weren't even there!

As Trudy's eyes formed tears, a dim thought made it was through my
head.

One girl was to wear Lisa's heels, the other was supposed to lick his
cum out, right? Even if Trudy was here to visually arouse Joe, what
was my role?

My voice seemed to come from behind me. 

"Her high heels, lemme wear them....please?" I whispered horsely as they
both stared at me surprised.

"W-what did you say...you little freak?" Trudy asked, losing all
respect, but Trudy's amazed look, really turned me on further.

"I don't give a shit. Go ahead, wear her fucking
heels then. But Trudy stays in the other stuff, the
mini skirt and stuff. She's the sexy one. " Joe leered
at Trudy, who scowled back at him. 

I couldn't believe it- Thank god Joe didn't find me
attractive - now poor little Trudy would be cleaning my shoes with her
tongue as Joe and I watched in amusement! This was too cool!!!

"I didn't think you were the little dizy high heeled *type*, Jenny."
Trudy bitchily hissed as she stepped out of Lisa's heels and kicked
them over to me.

"No Trudy, pick them up and bring them over and put them on my feet
yourself, pretty please? If that's okay with you Joe, is it?" I shot
him a submissive Lisa like smile to him.

"I don't think the 'Turdy' bitch likes that, does she? Yeah, go put
them on her fucking feet 'Turdy'. Now! Hurry up!" Joe laughed at his
own play on her name as he kicked Trudy's butt towards me and
simultaneously picked up the pace on his cock.

As Trudy kneeled at my feet she hissed up at me. "Gee, I hope these
aren't too uncomfortable, what with your huge feet and all. "

For some reason, I found myself babbling like a total idiot to her as
she put them on me.

"They'd be a total relief, okay? All these low heels
are hard on my calves. See...I.... I wear higher heels at home. Have been
for months now. And my calves are in pain from the strain. Besides.... "
I babbled.

"It was sarcastic dummy....jesus...you make me puke, they turn you on,
don't they?" Trudy asked, her
eyes piercing mine as she waited pointedly. 

"Please..." I blurted out shamefully, holding back
a fresh burst of tears, desperate to fondle myself. I felt Trudy's
hands working my heels into Lisa sexy little six inch wonders as I
eagerly arched my feet inside them myself, toes trembling with the
humiliation.

"...Wow...this bitch is really into high heels, huh?" Joe grinned. 

"You have no idea." Trudy smugly winked back at him. 

Trudy helped me stand before them both. Between little whimpers in my
business suit and dress and impossibly high heels, I watched in
aroused horror as my hand slid down to my crotch and into my panties
before them...

"Hey, the bitch is playing with herself!" Joe
breathed. 

"Should I make her stop?" Trudy asked. 

"No...let her keep going, but somebody get over here and blow me, and
bring the shoes."

"Jennifer - You do it.  " Trudy tried, but I didn't want to. I just
ignored her and kept playing with myself right there before them.


They were rooted there, engrossed by poor little Jenny's pleasuring
herself.  I could feel Trudy's disdain.

"Jenny, you've GOT to suck him off. Your simply not smart enough to
think of any other way! Good little office bimbos like you *like*
sucking guys off, right?" she whispered into my ear, causing confusion
and melting my resolve. I didn't want Joe's cock in my mouth, but he
was gonna cum in my shoes anyway, and it *did* seem silly for Gertrude
to do anything that, well...gross.

I still didn't want to, but I could somehow see a silly little thing
like myself doing it much more so than a real person like Gertrude. I
could visualize myself kneeling down and being dumb enough to allow
it. Though it did piss me off terribly and wasn't something I
intended, it made more sense than dirtying Trudy's nice classy mouth!

I licked my lips.

"Okay, forget the blow job, I'm almost there, just bring the bitch's
shoes over. " Joe grunted as Trudy rushed me over to him in mincing
little steps so I wouldn't fall over.

"See Trudy? Aren't I talking daintily little steps? Are you proud of
your little Jenny -poo? I said, half in a fog as to who I was talking
to anymore -- Trudy or Lisa

"Yes dip shit, you're taking nice little steps for a brainless bimbo!
Now be a good girl and prance your way over to Joe here so we can
collect some of his sticky gooey cum, won't that be fun???" Gertrude
asked in mock affection.

I could feel my intelligence turn to Jell-O as I pranced around
impatiently. I no longer wanted to hide how horny I was, or how dumb
and silly I felt, since I now had the highest high heels to prove it.

I took Trudy's hand to hold my balance, and I was surprised she didn't
pull it back. Her palm was warm like mine, and I wanted to see her
expression, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from my image in the
window.  I was now doing a little dance for them like a child eager to
pee pee, as I masturbated in the Lisa's living room, balancing in
those ridiculous little stiletto six inch heels.

"Your really enjoying this aren't you?" Gertrude sneered. 

"...uh...maybe......" I giggled. 

"Okay - If your going to humiliate yourself, let's do it right. Jenny,
strip off your clothes. "

"What?" I croaked. 

" ou heard me. If you want to be dumbed down, what your wearing won't
do it...bimbos don't get to wear business suits around male cock. "
Gertrude said as she and Joe quickly spread their hands and fingers
across my suit, stripping me.

"Man, for an ugly chick, you're sure makin' me hard. Get her shoes
off..." Joe barked at Gertrude, who pushed me to the floor and forced my
feet out of Lisa's high heels, just seconds before Joe came.  As I
looked up I caught sight of Gertrude kneeling before Joe's cock as she
milked his ropes of cum into the six inch heels. I watched with glassy
eyes as I waited for Gertrude to eat it up.

But she turned to me, and I started to shake my head in panic.  

Then I heard steps from behind me. I looked up and saw Lisa and
Kristy, standing there in the hallway, watching us.

I wanted to die, I really did. 

I felt totally humiliated, naked lying on my back with Gertrude in
this sexy outfit holding Lisa's cum soaked high heels to my own face.

"Kristy..I didn't....this wasn't my idea...." I whimpered. 

"It wasn't mine either. I figured you and Gertrude would work it out.
I guess you have. " Kristy said disappointedly.

"Well...what are you waiting for?" Gertrude mocked. 

"Jennifer, you don't *have* to do this...." Kristy said sadly, but Lisa
jumped in.

"Yes she does. Only a dummy would think so little of herself right?
It's all over. You may as well just lick it up Jenny. You're just as
dumb as me now. I lick it up all the time. Yeah, he made me lie.
Sorry! " Lisa couldn't help giggling.

"Well, irt couldn't be any worse than Nail polish, right?" Kristy
laughed, and I realized I'd been had, or did I do it to myself? I
can't remember anymore.

Tears flowed freely as I excitedly looked at the gobs of repulsive cum
and arched my shaking hungry tongue out.

I couldn't stop myself. 

---------

As weeks passed, everything seemed back to normal, sort of. There was
a new girl, Christina, but it was still me, Lisa, Trudy (Kristy
insisted she go back to Trudy) and Kristy as usual. I guess we'd all
found a comfortable niche now.

Rumors of my and Lisa's 'affair' were spread throughout work, thanks
to Trudy, but most people assumed they were just rumors, thanks to
Kristy! Lisa still lives with Joe, and I'm still broken hearted about
it, though I never have spoken to him since that ugly night.


********


________

FIRST ENDING 


Months Later: 

My name's Christina Myers, I'm 22 and I've worked my way up into this
job as an account manager. There are several other women who work here
and we all share a single secretary, but I'll get to her later.  I've
only been here 2 months, and while
everyone I meet seems normal at first, there's something a
little....well, 'weird' about almost every one here!

My best friend is Gertrude, but she lets me call her Trudy. She only
lets people very close to her call her that, so I feel flattered. Even
Trudy's own roommate doesn't get to call her that.

My boss, Miss Kristy Swanson, says she believes Trudy's deeply ashamed
of starting out as a secretary, and thinks the other women who
remember that never take her as seriously because of it. But that's
silly since she's left all that secretary stuff behind, and is now a
junior office manager, right under me. I was a little worried that
there might be tension because she's only gotten to junior manager
after seven years and I'm promoted over her to full account manager
and started as an intern last year, but we still get along great!

And I think of her as an equal, even though Miss
Swanson whispered not to be too 'chummy', since Trudy, as Miss Swanson
put it: 'likes to play office
queen and assumes she sharper than she really is!'. I
think that's a little mean as I believe Trudy's pretty smart myself! 

Plus she's got a killer shoe collection. I'm really impressed of her
flair with wild exotic outfits I could never pull off! I'm really
loathe to being my best friend's 'senior supervisor', so I spend a lot
of time showing Trudy I don't think 'less' of her after work by going
shopping, clubbing, and catching movies together. I used to worry
maybe if truy was a lesbian, cause she never dates guys, but I think
she's just a sad little workaholic.

Trudy's my pal, and the most normal one here. 

Lisa is a the office secretary we share, and she makes me crazy! She
acts like such a spoiled little child, dresses like a tart, giggles in
little annoying squeals and actually spends all day stroking and
talking baby talk to her high heels under her desk believe it or not!
Lisa's either the stupidest woman in earth or something's seriously
wrong with her! I don't know why Kristy doesn't fire her. We all have
begged her to. In general a secretary is there to support us office
managers. This involves opening mail, writing replies to letters and
emails, taking dictation, typing, word processing, photocopying and
filing, and phone work like taking messages and making calls.

Lisa can't do A SINGLE ONE of these tasks! We do it ourselves because
she'll screw it up every time! I'm not kidding. None of us five office
managers dare trust her with typing, copying, or filing. It's really
frustrating to work around someone who seems mesmerized by her own
shoes all day, let alone incapable of even using basic office
supplies, let alone keeping accounts records.

Then Trudy told me the deal: 

Lisa's Kristy's daughter!  

Can you believe it? I was floored too. Well, *that* explains a lot! 
So much for getting her fired, right? Trudy told me Kristy was a
little 'bent' and abused her daughter Lisa by forcing her to wear high
heels as a little girl. Kinda weird, huh?

I just found out something even stranger today.  
Trudy told me that Jenny, our copy girl, is handicapped and has some
sort of degenerative brain disorder, which is why she dresses like a
teen aged girl out on the prowl, which is really sad, I think. I
barely remember seeing her 'cause I was just ninteen back then and
knew nothing, and I'm almost twenty one now and have it all together,
but Trudy swears something happened with Jenny getting into my
nailpolish or something. I don't remember. I just now know her as this
weird repulsive little toad who won't go away! I Know it's mean, but I
doubt she's really handicaped anyways. I think she's just way
slooooower.....than your typical dumb blonde, if that's possible!

But even weirder: Poor Jenny keeps trying to 'seduce' Lisa into
necking with her in the supply closet. This really pisses off Kristy,
another woman dry humping her daughter in the closet at work and all,
even a 'special' one. So all us office manager are supposed to now
baby-sit Lisa and keep Jenny's paws of the poor thing!

Oh yeah, Jenny is Trudy's roommate too. I think  it's amazing of Trudy
to take on the burden of someone like that! Trudy has a nice house in
the valley and Jenny stays in her own space, a converted bathroom with
tacky wallpaper and a mattress on the floor. I didn't get a good look
but there are some very weird  looking photos tacked all over the
walls.

Of course, Jenny is a bit out there. 

I thought it was a bit selfish of Trudy to make someone who's
handicapped like Jenny live in that tacky little bathroom, but Jenny
proudly insists she LOVES it and breaks into tears and starts humping
the bathroom door knob when or this  big black ugly piece of plastic
on the wall anyone suggests she move out.

I still wonder what Trudy gets out of living with Jenny, but then I
realized Jenny used to work her ages ago in upper management. Trudy
felt a loyalty to her, I guess. I think that's why, when Jenny
'behaves', Trudy secretly arranges for Lisa to sneak over and visit
Jenny in her bathroom. I was appalled when we were watching a video at
Trudy's house the other night, and Trudy marched Lisa into Jenny's
bathroom and left them alone together to do god knows what.

Trudy said since Lisa was barely ahead of Jenny, it was just like
leaving two children together. It bothered me at first, and I could
hear Jenny whimpering a lot, but they were both all megewatt smiles
afterwards,

so I guess it's cool. 

I felt a little weird to find out Lisa is married.  I'm amazed her
husband doesn't suspect what's up between Lisa and Jenny!  He's
something of a clod, but he's also really cute too. I met at the
christmas party last month and he snuck me off to a corner, showed me
a pair of high heels he'd bought Lisa and asked my advice. I thought
it was sweet that he'd do that, and I pulled him further off to the
side away from the crowd.

Now, I'm normally pretty good about that sort of thing, and I normally
never allow myself to date married guys, but I guess we had a little
too much to drink and I sorta found myself in the supply closet with
him, 'modeling' Lisa's heels!

I arched my back against the dark closet wall, feeling his manhood
thrust up inside me.  Then I saw both Lisa and Jenny at the other end
of the closet -- both standing perfectly still, half undressed,
watching us. Lisa's husband never saw them, but I did. We'd walked in
on them -- and now they were stuck, petrified of being caught, until
we left, so they had to just -- watch.

It was too fucking Ironic. I could see our little bubble head
secretary like Lisa was fuming and at me for fucking her hubby, but
she couldn't say SQUAT 'cause *I'd* caught her humping a slow witted
dyke in the same supply closet!

The totally pissed look in her eyes really got me *excited*! As Lisa's
smoldering eyes met mine, I sank my fingers around her husband's warm
smooth buns and pulled his cock deeper and deeper into me as he pumped
away.

After that I secretly met with Lisa's hubby and would shamelessly wear
his wife's high heels when we'd fuck. Her hubby liked me in them, and
even though I knew it was wrong, I got a delicious wicked thrill from
rubbing Lisa's face in it!

Eventually, a new ritual started: Trudy would pick up Lisa and her
hubby, bring them both over to Trudy's place. Then Lisa would go off
into Jenny's bathroom together, while her hubby and I could go fuck
like rabbits in Trudy's bedroom. I was worried Trudy would get all
pissy, but she just worked away into the night at the kitchen table,
doing all the work I slacked off on during the day. She'd been helping
me out a lot, which I really appreciated!

I asked Lisa's husband if Lisa messing around with Jenny like this
bothered him, and he said he didn't consider lesbos real lovers, and
besides Lisa told him all the nasty stuff they did anyways afterwards,
to get him off even more! I asked him if he ever told what we did to
Lisa. I guess he could hear the anger in my question, cause he hedged
-

then we heard a scream! 

It was Lisa. We raced in and saw Lisa looking down at Jenny who was
lying on the floor. We all had to rush Jenny to the emergency room
after the suicide attempt.

I called Kristy, and she raced over and joined us. I overheard Jenny
weeping to Kristy how she really did love Lisa and she couldn't go on
like this. Lisa and her hubby kept assuring her she didn't and she
that Jenny was just being 'silly' and that what she and Lisa did
together wasn't real love, only a little game. I watched Jenny's face
drop as she started rubbing herself through the hospital sheets, until
eventually she got a vapid hysterical giggle and agreed, 'yes, she was
being silly' and her 'feelings' for Lisa were just a bunch of silly
nonsense.

We all let out a sigh of relief. 

When Jenny started to hump the metal rails on her hospital bed, Kristy
called the nurse and they came and restrained her and gave her a shot.

As we all filled out, I caught sight of Lisa alone in the room with
Jenny who was out cold. I saw Lisa kissing and talking baby talk to
Jenny's feet, which were all full of scab's and ugly little soars, and
I felt my throat go dry.

Then Kristy pulled me aside in the hall and told me asked me if I had
been pawning off extra work on 'Gertrude?'

I looked at her with big tears forming, too tired to lie, and nodded
yes. She looked at my feet, and I noticed I was wearing Lisa's high
heels. It was stupid since there was no way Kristy would know, or it
would even matter, but I felt a burning sexual heat now that Kristy
thought of me differently.

As Lisa, Joe, Trudy and Kristy drove back, I couldn't help but feel a
panic at Kristy's frown. What would he fall out be? Would I be fired,
or just reprimanded? I also felt a bit slow witted. MY feet were tired
in Lisa's heels.  They were five inches and I'm not used to that. I'd
left them on while fucking Joe, and now I ached to take them off.

When we got back to Trudy's house, Joe got me away from the others and
I found myself in Trudy's bedroom laying under Joe as he fucked me,
naked except for my wearing Lisa's heels.

I could make out Jenny's bathroom from the bedroom, and caught a peek
of Kristy impaling her daughter on a strange black phallus which was
attached to the bathroom wall. I heard Kirsty's voice echo from the
bathroom as my boss scolded Lisa and slapped her face as the poor
witless girl tried to remain on her tip toes in some weird heels that
were impossibly high.

Then I felt Trudy's tongue against my vagina. Joe's balls made a
little wet sound as they'd slap Trudy in the face as she whimpered.



********
 
SECOND ENDING 


I sorta vaguely remembered something about someone doing something to
us, but I can't remember anymore. I guess it  doesn't matter now.
Trudy's Kristy's number 2 now. I think Kristy likes Trudy cause she
kinda like, the manager I never was,  and the daughter Lisa never was.
Trudy gets pissed off cause I'm so stupid, she has to yell at me. She
so smart, It's awesome! She lets me hang ask questions with I'm not
smart enough to get, which is cool.

I told her I still don't get why our boss, Miss Kristy Swanson would
hate high heels at work, when privately Lisa told me  she'd force her
own daughter into heels at such an early age. That seemed kinda...poopy.
Why'd she do that?

" Poor little jenny, you poor stupid little thing.  Don't really don't
get it, you get it?" Trudy asked, as if she were being mean
to a little kid. 

I shook my head slowly as she spoke.  "I'll say this really slow so
that even you can understand...."

This was how everyone talked to me now, and I had to keep from humping
the leg of whoever was talking cause it excited me so much to have to
be talked down to like this!

Anyways, Trudy said I shouldn't worry my little head about it, but
that she always suspected Kristy Swanson had such poopy feelings about
her OWN weirdo feelings for silly women in high heels, that she, like,
made her own daughter pay for that 'sick' desire. Trudy said Kristy
still feels so ashamed and poopy about her own daughter she's like
afraid of Lisa hurting her reputation and hard work to be, like a
super duper business woman and stuff!

I wasn't paying any attention anymore, and Trudy sighed, telling me to
scamper off and not get into trouble, which meant don't leave stains
on the office chair's arms when I ride my pussy across it, which I was
kinda have a habit of when left alone.

I bit my lip with the temptation to indulge in some slightly higher
heels at work, but seeing what a fool poor little Lisa was making of
herself strengthened my resolve. Though I'd already...*indulged* myself
at home with a pair of five inch practice heels Lisa had suggested, I
didn't DARE it at work. Not now.

There was too much to lose, especially in Kristy's eyes. I'm still
working my way back with Kristy after...well, you know.

I winced at how willingly I laughed at what bimbos I considered Lisa
and Trudy to be. That seems like a life time ago. Thankfully Lisa's
still our favorite whipping girl, and she's too stupid to be bothered
by it.

I too get flack for dressing how I do. Today I'm in my tight little
honey mustard yellow business jacket and skirt with leopard spotted
trim, lycra pink blouse, and matching leopard spotted five inch pumps.
Lisa had me spend hours modeling them in our 'special room' last
night, which is now decorated with all those photos of us
masturbating, plus new ones of me sucking on Lisa's shoes. I hate
looking at ugly pictures of myself in my own bathroom, but I guess I'm
to dumb to know any better, right? Anyways, I molded this outfit for
Lisa last night.  She kept making me prance across the tiled floor in
my flashy new pumps until I was exhausted, while she peed in my
toilet, played with
herself, and watched me. 

But it's not like we were serious lovers or anything! God was I silly
to think that! I see that now, I really do. There's a certain comfort
in knowing Lisa just keeps getting more and more stupid all on their
own...but she still gets to boss me around. What does it say about me
that I still get off on it?

Kristy no longer hides her mocking stare. 

" Here they comes the fuschia bergade!" Kristy mocks as Lisa and I
come bounding up like a couple of puppies. " Watch this..." Kristy
whispered to Christina and Trudy.

"Jenny honey, would you be a dear and go...fetch me some more coffee?"
Kristy said with a smirk.

Trudy and Christina, our new account managers, watch me intently to
see if I will as I stand there before them with a little frown. I
still can tell when we're being mocked, and it still gives me the most
delightful little jolt inside!

"Oh, that's okay - I'll get it! " Lisa said, surprising
everyone by rushing up and snatching the cup from my hand. That's my
new job, right? Fetching stuff?" Lisa giggles and disappears with the
cup.

" Wow. That one's really eager." Christina smirked as Lisa 'tick
tacks' away in her heels like a happy little receptionist, her new
pony tale swishing away.

"How's your work coming, Trudy?" Kristy asked. Trudy got a sheepish
look.

"It's...coming. I'm still a little backed up. Sorry Kristy." Trudy
smiled, in a weird little supplicating tone, trying to suck up once
again.


" It's okay Trudy. Maybe I asked too much, huh? Someday you'll shake
off that silly secretarial shadow...huh?"

Trudy frowned, but I didn't get it. Kristy went on 

" Maybe you could pass some of it along to out little  girl, 'Jenny'
here?"

This brought a rounds of laughter from everybody as my face burned. I
didn't get the joke, but the laughter, I always got that. Dumbo likes
the laughter.

I shot Kristy a 'very funny' stare and she winked a get used to it'
look back at me. Part of me, likes, wants to cry when I think of how
we used to be, and now how Kristy finds it impossible to take me
seriously anymore. Like, gee whizz -- who could blame her after my
famous cum-lapping performance, and all ways dry humping her daughter
and stuff, right?  I'd become the office stooge and everyone knew what
a rush I got from being the butt of everyone's dumb blonde jokes,
since I was now, or course, blonde.

Bottle blond, that is. 


" I dunno....maybe I could use some help..." Trudy said voice trailing off
as she started at me fixedly.  I stilled my heart as I realized this
could be my second chance. Trudy DID need my help. This might just be
-

" ...with gaudy looking high heels!" Trudy busted herself up. 

Then everyone started to break up again as I felt a warm flush
overtake me! I bit my lip, trying to figure where I could take Trudy
shoe shopping after work.

"I ...uh..... m-maybe I could-"  I said in a weak excited voice. 

" ...she was joking Idiot. " Christina snapped me. Images of how Kristy
mashed my face down into dried crusty fingernail polish flooded my
bubble head, and I was ashamed even Christina saw me as stupid little
Jenny, office twit.

Kristy and Trudy exchanged a grin. Even though Kristy didn't respect
her, Trudy was still the new 'Jennifer' position I once held. They
went to lunch, laughed about us. About me.

I winced inside, feeling confused. Their laughter made me giddy
inside, but was Kristy making fun of me?

"Look at her, the poor dumb thing really responds to
this stuff, doesn't she?" Christina asked in amazement, poking at my
breasts as if I even wasn't real, sending me further.

"Don't do that-the poor thing'll explode and start humping us all!"
Kristy busted everyone up,
as all three managers laughed, and I frowned at the floor in
embarrassment, not getting it.

"Don't worry, I'll explain later..." Trudy patted my
arm as I felt another flush at her touch. 

Lisa soon proudly bounced back up with a full cup of coffee for
Kristy.

Christina gauged at me for a moment, then held her paper cup out
towards me, silently staring.

The implication was obvious, and her domineering look surprised me.
Everyone was watching.

" That's Lisa's job. Get it, Lisa. " I said, locking eyes with
Christina. She may be an office manager, but I was no secretary like
Lisa for God's sake. I was...I was......

" I'm asking *you* to do it. Now turn your haughty little butt around
and go fetch my coffee. Or is that too complex a task for you to
understand?"

Christina said, shoving the paper cup right into my breasts, making my
knees go weak.

I frowned for a moment, then took my cup, threw my shoulders back, and
scampered off in my little heels like a good little assistant office
manager.

After that, Kristy decided I should now work under 'Miss Christina' as
she likes me to call her, But not as a promotion. They said it was,
like...wwhatchya call it? A DE-motion, I guess, cause I kept on messing
up everyones copies?  I now work as Miss Christina for a girl she's
hired just so I can, like lear not to mess up copies, isn't that cool?
personal copy girl trainee...or sumpin' like dat.


I know over the coming years, Christina scoffs that Lisa's I pissing
everyone off by  being such a....what's tha tword?  Clich  of the dumb
office girl, and sure as heck, Lisa was fired. Well, I think Christina
mad it happen, and Kristy didn't care. Lisa told me her  husband made
Lisa quit work so she could suck him off all day, but I think she was
just sayin; that. But the cool part is, I might someday, if I work and
work...maybe...I'll be the NEW Lisa! I keep
trotting around in higher and higher heels, to
everyone's amusement....so we'll see! 

I even developed a little competition with Christina's new assistant
who trains me, Missy, for who wears the fflashiest clothes, which was
kinda silly at my age, but It's still kinda neat cause it got me
demoted right down to little dumb cotton candy brained little bimbo
copy girl who pets her pussy and fantasizes about heels all day long!

Sometimes It's weird, cause like, I get sorta, not sad really, just
empty inside,

...remembering Lisa. 

I hear some people laughing about my and Lisa being lovers at one
point, and I can see how silly it is, but I still don't get it!  Were
Lisa and I like boyfriend and girlfriend, cause all I use her for now
is something to rub against.

Eben though she's fifteen year old and just Christina's neice, Missy
rocks! We have a lot in comen, and Missy throws paper air planes down
the hall, and I go fetch them, which makes her giggle and she helps me
learn where and when to hump stuff, that's like, reeeeealy important
if you don't want Kristy to yell at you!

One day while missy was showing me how to copying something, I asked
Missy, who's even smarter than me now, if it was true, that there was
a rumor Lisa and I were once, like, involved or something.

"Jenny, you poor stupid little thing.  Don't you get remember? You
already *asked* me this! What do I have to do to make you understand?
Now repeat after me: 'Gee, I guess I'm too dumb to get it.' Then, ask
me to explain it to you.  Missy giggled.

I frowned, and tried my best not to play with myself as I spoke.   

"Gee, Missy, ...uhmm, I guess I'm ...like, so dumb," I stammered.

"...'too Dumb' " Missy scolded, swatting my hand down from under my
skirt.

"I mean, too dumb to understand. Could you ... you know, like, tell me
if I ever......loved Lisa?"

"I'll say this really slow so that even you can understand. You can't
love because you have no soul. There's just...nothing inside you. God
protecst Blondes, little kids and pets by nnot giving them a soul. 
Don't even get me started on brains, your shit outta luck there, huh?"

" No soul...?" I pouted.

" But, it's okay. This part all ways makes you smile. You don't need a
soul, cause god sends all his stupid creatures straight up to heaven,
see? Isn't that nice?" Missy said as my face brightened.

"Now say it with me: Jenny's too stupid too be capable of love." Missy
said, squeezing my lips together to form the words sarcastically. I
tried, I really did.

"Jenny's too...what was it again...? Oh poo!" I cried in tears as Missy
walked away, shaking her head in laughter.

Trudy posted on the office bulletin board that my nasty ol' Missy's IQ
clocked two points higher than mine, so guess who the winner was?

Gosh..... I wish I knew.  I can't even count that high! (giggle)



END 




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