DISCLAIMER: The following is a work of fiction and any resemblance between characters in this work and actual persons living or dead is entirely coincidental. This work contains scenes of explicit sex between adults and is intended for the entertainment of adults only. If you are offended by depictions of adult intercourse or if you are less than the age of majority in your jurisdiction please do not read or download this file. Because this is a fantasy, characters in this work engage in unprotected sex in a universe where AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases do not exist. In reality sex without protection is unwise and nothing in this work should be taken as condoning such activity, or any of the other activities depicted herein.

BEAUTY AND THE BOOTS
By Downing Street
Much of this story involves an auto dealership selling luxury sportcars. I confess I know next to nothing about cars and even less about how car dealerships work. I hope you will enjoy the story enough to forgive any automotive blunders. Comments always welcome: dowstreet@yahoo.com.

-Downing Street
Oh, one more thing. Deep in the heart of this story you will find a genuine quote from Shakespeare. It's from The Merry Wives of Windsor and I'm very proud of it.

-D.S.
I. The Risk of Impulse Buying
She found them in the window of a used-clothing store. Ruby had been wandering, stretching her lunch hour at bit, soaking up some of the first real sunshine of spring before heading back to the office. There in the window of a little shop called "Second Delights", crowded in among dresses and shoes and handbags, was a pair of tall red boots.

Ruby was window shopping. The March sun gleamed off the crimson shanks of the boots. They stood out among the neat rows of fancy shoes and purses, looking oddly out of place, like a bottle of good wine in a case of beer. Ruby bent over to look at them more closely. A man passed by; he turned to admire Ruby's derriere as it pressed attractively against her hip-hugging black pants. He smiled. Most men smiled when they looked at Ruby.

She looked at her watch: ten to one. She shrugged and went into the store. A bell tinkled over the door. The shop was crowded with used clothing, most of it from the up-scale end of the market. Ruby reached into the shelf behind the front window and picked up the red boots.

She looked at them curiously, turning them over in her hands. They were certainly red: bright, lipstick red, with a deep, lustrous finish. They looked almost knee-length, but it was difficult to tell because they had two-inch-thick platform soles and solid, sinuously sculpted heels at least four inches high. The toes were narrow but rounded, attractive without the promise of pinched feet. Each boot had a narrow red zipper on one side so cleverly embedded in the fabric that zipped up they nearly disappeared. The zippers ran free and completely silent.

"They're lovely, aren't they," said a voice behind her. Ruby turned to find a woman smiling at her. She looked to be about 40, judging by the hints of silver in her hair, but her figure was still lithe and trim. Her face glowed with youthful vitality. She wore a stylish, figure-flattering dress with a double strand of pearls around her neck.

Ruby smiled back. "Yes. Yes, they are. I was just passing by. They caught my eye, I guess."

The woman said, "You won't find a pair of boots like those nowadays. Those are built to last. Look at the workmanship."

Ruby ran her hand over the smooth, unblemished shaft. The woman was not exaggerating; the boots were exceptionally well made. What were they made of? The fabric was sleek and soft, with just a hint of give to it. Yet at the same time it looked as shiny as plastic. She ran her hand up and down the fabric. It really was very nice....

"They truly are an exceptional value," the shop clerk said. "Why don't you try them on?".

Ruby jumped. She had forgotten all about the other woman. "Oh! Uh, well, I'm not sure I--" she fussed uncertainly. She didn't want to get talked into buying something. "Oh, no, I don't think that will be necessary," she said, tossing back her long brown hair with one hand. "I really should be going."

The older woman said: "You know, there's an interesting story behind those boots. They say they were hand-made on commission from the great Doulini, as a gift for one of his stage girls. He eventually married her, you know. Mrs. Doulini wore those boots for years and years. In fact," --she paused dramatically-- "she was wearing them the day she disappeared."

Ruby almost laughed out loud. She didn't want to be rude, but really!

Of course she knew the stories of the Great Doulini, the fabulous magician of 30 years ago. His stunts both on-stage and off were so astonishing, and so perplexing even to those in the business, that it was rumored that he was a true magician, with all sorts of magical powers. Such rumors were very good for his career, and it was later revealed that he had started most of them himself.

Doulini's performances were as well known for their racy content as for the tricks he performed. It was true that he had married one of the many scantily clad girls that decorated the stage during his act. His wife was a blonde-haired beauty who went on to considerable wealth and fame even after her husband passed away. Until one day, magician- like, she simply vanished.

Still, Ruby couldn't help smiling at the thought of a beautiful woman wearing the same footwear for twenty or thirty years. These boots hardly looked to be worn at all. She turned them over and examined the bottom of the sole. Her smile grew wider. The soles were smooth and red, completely without scuff marks; even the little ridges behind the toe for traction were fresh and sharp. She looked at the heels. There was not a mark or a scratch on them. Just in front of the heel, on the raised part of the sole, was embossed a large capital "D" in flowing script.

"They're wonderful, yes," Ruby said, "but I really must be going."

"Oh, you're sure you won't try them on? It would only take a moment."

The shop clerk looked at her expectantly.

"No, no, I don't think so," Ruby said. She looked at the sexy boots one more time. Aw, why not. She was hardly going to buy them in any case.

When she left the store ten minutes later, Ruby was wearing the red boots. She was beaming. The moment she had slipped them on her feet, she knew she had to have them. Though there was no size indicated on them anywhere, they fit perfectly. They wrapped her feet and legs in a shiny red sheath, tight as a candy wrapper but without the slightest pinch or discomfort anywhere.

They looked terrific. Even standing in the store with her pant-legs pulled up above her knee she could see how they lifted her heels and shaped her calves. Now, walking swiftly back to work, she realized something else. The boots were marvellously comfortable. By the time she had gone two blocks Ruby had decided that these were the most comfortable footwear she had ever owned. The boots felt as light as a feather, despite the extra-thick platform soles. The high heels didn't seem to be a problem at all.

Ruby couldn't stop smiling.

She was still smiling when she arrived at the car dealership where she worked. Ruby was a receptionist, a "greeter" they called it in the industry. She sat behind her big desk by the door, fielding the phones and making sure that any customer that came in was made to feel welcome. Well, it was a job. Ruby was a little shy on formal qualifications, but she had a pleasant personality and head-turning good looks, the central qualifications for this job. She thanked the salesman who was manning the desk for her and settled in for the afternoon.

The boots gave her a lift all day, and more than just physically. She felt lively and buoyant, almost giddy. She kept looking down to admire her feet. She got a little thrill every time she saw the bold red boots poking out from beneath her pantlegs. The high platforms and higher heels gave her several inches of extra height, which she didn't need, but every time she got to her feet she was delighted by the unexpected spring in her step.

Business was slow for the most part, which gave Ruby lots of time to admire her feet. Legendre's Legendary Automobiles was no ordinary car dealership. Mr. Legendre dealt in expensive, high-end cars, Porsches and Jaguars and half a dozen other names. Three sales in a week was considered brisk business. Still, in that market he could claim to be one of the biggest dealerships in the city. "The second biggest," he always said ruefully, "Page is still the biggest." Ruby didn't mind that her work wasn't very demanding. She read a lot of paperbacks.

 

Ruby's cheerful mood had not abated when she arrived home. She flicked on the light in her one-bedroom apartment, tossed her keys on the table, and headed into the bedroom to get changed. Sitting on the bed she crossed her knees to pull off her right boot. They were wonderful, but she liked to spend the evenings in stocking feet. She reached down to undo the zipper, but instead ran her hand down the smooth fabric of the boot. Gosh but that felt nice. She reached for the zipper again, but couldn't bring herself to undo it. She just loved these boots so much.

She decided to take her blouse off first. She threw it over a chair and returned to the boots. She reached down to pull the zipper. She hesitated, her fingers an inch from the pull tab. A little frown crossed her features. She reached for it again, and again found herself caressing the fabric encasing her calf. She became aware of a little tingle in her breasts.

She made another grab for the zipper tongue, and clasped it, but somehow could not make it move. Hey, what's the problem? she wondered. Go ahead, just unzip the darn thing.

The zipper stayed zipped.

Ruby's frown deepened. This was strange. Maybe it would be better to start with the other foot. She crossed her knees the other way and made another grab for the zipper. Her fingers stroked lightly down the boot shank while she turned her foot to and fro, admiring the heel. Gosh, these boots make me feel so sexy she mused. The tingle in her breasts increased. But it was time for dinner. She grabbed the zipper tongue again and -- couldn't make herself pull it down.

Ruby sat up and undid her bra. Her nipples were hard on her well- shaped breasts. She ran a thumb lightly over one distended nipple. She was surprised by the pleasant sensation that ran through her. "Mmmmm, yummy," she sighed.

After a moment she came back to the matter at hand. Deciding enough was enough she simply reached down and unzipped the left boot. Or rather, she would have, except her hand stopped about an inch away and didn't seem to want to go any farther. She tried the other hand. She tried the other boot. Neither one would co-operate.

Ruby blew out her breath and only then realized she was flushed. "Maybe, maybe I'll wait till after dinner," she said out loud. She got to her feet, threw on an old sweatshirt and headed off to make supper, still wearing the shiny red boots.

She ate dinner feeling kind of silly, but still enjoying the cushy feel of her new boots. Then she sat down in the livingroom and turned on the television. Casually, while watching a sitcom, she bent over and started to pull off one boot. She ended up pulling little pieces of lint out of the carpet. By the time the show was over the carpet was much cleaner, but the boots were still on her feet.

This was becoming unsettling.

"I think I need a drink," Ruby decided. She went to the kitchen and found a bottle of cheap white wine in the refrigerator. It was funny, she thought as she poured herself a glass, her feet should have been tired and sweaty after wearing boots this long. But they felt like she had just slipped the boots on. Why weren't the heels hurting her ankles? Taking a deep sip of the wine, Ruby returned to the livingroom, carrying the bottle in the other hand.

Ruby spent the rest of the evening watching television and drinking her wine, pausing occasionally to try to remove one boot or the other.

When the telephone rang she was kneeling on the couch, trying to reach behind herself and pull down a zipper without looking. She walked over to the telephone table in her classy high heels, draining her wine glass.

"Hello?"

"Hi Ruby! It's me!" said the voice on the telephone. "How are you doing?" It was Lana, her best friend.

"Oh, uh, hi Lana. I'm fine I guess. Just kinda hangin' out this evening."

"You sure? You sound a little strange, Rube."

"No, no, really, I'm fine. I've just had sort of a weird day. And I've, uh--" she giggled suddenly. "I've been drinking wine all evening." She looked down idly to admire her feet.

Lana laughed too. "Ruby, you inconsiderate woman. How dare you open a bottle without inviting me! We could get drunk together while I bore you with talk about Charles."

"Sorry, wasn't thinkin'" said Ruby. Lana was ecstatic about her new man.

"That's OK. In fact, I'll give you a chance to make it up to me tomorrow, OK? I was supposed to be going out, but Charles has to work late again." Ruby could almost see the wounded pout on Lana's face. "Maybe we could rent a video or something?"

"Sure, sounds good. Why don't you just drop over after dinner?"

They chatted for a few minutes longer and then Lana rang off. Ruby sat back down on the couch and refilled her wine glass. I have got to get these silly boots off, she told herself.

By the time the late movie ended the wine bottle was empty. Ruby was dozing on the couch, one hand resting on the top of her left boot, the other gripping the neck of the empty bottle. She sat up, groaning. She dropped the bottle and stumbled into the bedroom, sitting heavily on the bed. She pulled her sweatshirt off and tossed it on the chair.

She lifted one leg and made to unzip the boot. Her half-hearted effort went nowhere.

Maybe she could get her pants off first. The pants were tight, but they were stretchy and bell-bottomed, so with a little effort she pulled them off despite the boots. Her panties followed a moment later. Now if she could just get the boots off, she could go to bed.

She stood up and reached down to grab for one zipper. Maybe that was a mistake because her balance was unsteady and she couldn't seem to grab it. She felt her nipples tingling pleasantly. Another try for the other boot was no more successful. Her fingers always seemed to stop a couple of inches away.

The tingle in her breasts was getting stronger. She felt herself moistening. She stood for a moment and fondled her full, upturned breasts, basking in the pulses of pleasure that lanced through her. She glimpsed her reflection in the full-length mirror on one wall. She gasped. Wowee, did she look hot!

Up to that moment she hadn't fully realized how much the boots did for her. Standing naked before the mirror, one hand on her chest and the other snaking down toward her needful sex, she looked stunningly sexy, like a comic book heroine without her uniform. The red boots wrapped her legs in a tight second skin to just below the knees, and the sleek, sculpted heels shaped her entire leg and thrust out the half- moons of her behind.

Oooooh, soooo hot! she thought dreamily, playing with herself before the mirror. Maybe I'll just -- oooh that's nice-- maybe I'll just, work on this for a while. Still admiring her own reflection, she stretched out on the bed and lost herself in eager self-love. Somewhere after the second orgasm, she fell asleep.

 

Ruby awoke the next morning after a night of deep and restful sleep. The earliest rays of sunlight were lighting her window as she sat up and stretched langorously. She had been dreaming: hot, powerful dreams that seemed to involved her and a great many men. She grinned at the fading memories.

Then she looked at the alarm-clock and frowned. It was barely six- thirty. The alarm hadn't even gone off. Ruby was a famously late sleeper who barely made it to work by nine every day. But this morning she felt zestful. She threw back the covers and sprang out of bed.

Something felt wrong as her feet hit the carpet. She looked down. Oh no way girl, she thought, did you actually sleep with your boots on? She thought back to the previous evening. She must have fallen asleep there somewhere along the line. Wait a moment. She had polished off a bottle of wine by herself too. Shouldn't she have a hangover? She shook her head, letting the long brown hair fly out loosely. She felt terrific.

Well, that was a pleasant surprise. But today was a work day and she really needed a shower. Which meant she really had to get these darn boots off. She sat down on the bed and had another go at it, with no success at all except at getting herself aroused. Finally, lest she surrender to another round of hand play, she got up, threw on a robe, and headed off to have breakfast.

An hour later Ruby was pacing the floor of her apartment, dressed incongruously in her robe and boots, debating what to do. Look, she told herself for the twentieth time, I need to go to work. That means I have to shower. And that means I have to take off my boots. So what's the problem? Just do it.

She continued pacing.

OK girl, she thought much later, here we go. I really need a shower. I can't even imagine what my feet must smell like (though in fact her toes wiggled happily, even now). So let's get these off. She sat down in a big chair in the livingroom and crossed her long legs. OK, one step at a time. Take that hand, reach down, that's right, now grab the zipper... grab the zipper, no, grab... oh, what is that material, it feels so nice.

OK. OK, let's try again. Down we go. Down, down, find the zipper tongue, yes there it is... no, you have to touch it, come on, grab it, closer, closer... Wait! Get that other hand away from your tits! Yes, I know the nipples are all red again, but you have to concentrate.

Look, let's switch hands. Left, you go unzip the boots. OK, follow the leg, down we go, there's the knee... oh wowee, I feel so warm... but no, keep going, come on, why are you stopping? Come on, grab that zipper. It's right there, you've almost got it, just keep going and... and... and oooooh yes! That feels good. Right hand get out of my snatch! You're not helping. Mmmmmm, you naughty hand.

OK girl, get serious here. Time's a-wasting. Look, I'll grab my wrist with the other hand, so it can't get away. We'll go together. All right, here we go. Down, down, that's good. Keep going. There's the zipper. Now grab it. Grab... it... Yes!

All right, now, firm grip, stop trembling, just slide it down. Slide it down. That's the way. Down we go. Slide it down. Keep going. Doing good. Nice and easy, just slide that zipper down. You're slowing down; keep going, come on, keep going. Why have you stopped? Keep going, slide that zipper down, that's the way, down, down... no, down, DOWN, no, not up, down, not UP! Stop going up, you're going the wrong way... Darn it!

She was going to be late for work.

This is the silliest thing I've ever done, thought Ruby as she stepped into the shower. She would probably ruin her new boots. Strangely though, she couldn't feel any water on her feet. She looked down to see rivulets of hot water running down the shiny red boots. They looked completely waterproof. But why weren't her feet sweating? Could the material somehow let moisture move in one direction and not the other? She pondered these things as she soaped herself under the comforting spray of the shower. There was more to these boots than met the eye.

Ruby showered and washed her hair, then came back to the bedroom wrapped in towels. Her feet felt dry and comfortable. She was late now so she dressed hurriedly in a floral jumper over a red sweater that matched her new boots. Nylons were apparently out of the question. So boot-clad and bare-legged, she dashed for the bus.

The sexy boots seemed to put a spring in her step. Ruby found her upbeat, confident mood of the previous day returning. She also noticed that every man she encountered, from the bus driver to the three salesmen at the dealership, was checking her out admiringly. Even Mr. Legendre smiled when she came in. He hardly seemed to notice that she was late. He did notice her legs though.

In the washroom she tried twice to remove the boots. She had just returned from her second attempt when Robert, one of the young salesmen, stopped by her desk, as he did so often, to ask her out.

"Look, Rob, I've told you before, you're really cute, but I just don't date where I work. It can lead to all kinds of complications."

"Ruby, honey, I don't care about that. You have to go out with me. I'm a desperate man! And you look mega-marvellous today, Ruby. Can you deny me a chance to show you how crazy I am about you?"

It was the smooth patter that sold a lot of cars. But Ruby had heard it all before. She crossed her knees and noticed his gaze drop to her boots. "Come on Rob, don't get over-dramatic. I told you before, I just can't.... Hey, are you listening to me?"

"What? Huh?" Rob blurted, raising his gaze from her legs. "Oh, sure Ruby, it's just that I can't get over, how, how great you look today. It's like I've never seen you before. I mean... like... wow!"

 

It wasn't like Rob to be lost for words.

"Look, Rob," Ruby said evenly, "can't we just --" She stopped suddenly. There was an unmistakable protrusion in Robert's expensive suit. Ruby felt suddenly impulsive. She got to her feet.

"Robert, we can't go out," she said firmly. She stepped up close to him, hands on his lapels. "But we can do something, here. Right now." She leaned close and whispered in his ear: "Meet me in the women's room in two minutes. Bring this." She quickly fondled his protrusion.

Robert jumped. "What!" he gasped.

"Two minutes," whispered Ruby. She saw the other salesmen turn to watch her walk away.

Ruby was freshening her lipstick when there came a furtive knock on the door. She opened it, grabbed Robert by his suit jacket and pulled him in. "Ruby I--" he protested, but Ruby cut him off with a long, hungry kiss.

When their lips separated a moment she fixed him with her heavy-lidded eyes. "You have something for me," she husked. "And I want it!" She fumbled impatiently with his belt and zipper until she found what she was looking for. Robert was too amazed to protest further. Ruby looked around, then led him by the handle until he was standing in front of the toilet and she was sitting on it. "It's coffee time," Ruby announced, leaning forward, "mmmmm, and I want cream in mine." Her lipsticked lips wrapped around him.

At once she began to suck him hard, slurping energetically up and down his length, her long brown hair flicking this way and that. Her tongue swished about him as she bobbed, and one hand stroked him beyond the reach of her lips. Rob groaned helplessly. It was an assault designed to overcome all hesitation. Within two minutes Ruby heard a sharp intake of breath and then Rob was coming in her mouth. Eagerly, suddenly hungry for cum, she swallowed every spurt, and kept on sucking out more, until, eventually, the crest subsided and she let him slip away.

Rob stumbled backward, breathing hard. He almost tripped over his pants. Ruby licked her lips in satisfaction. "Oh, Ruby, you doll!" Rob said, trying to catch his breath. "That was amazing. That was --"

She silenced him with another kiss. "The best blow job you've ever had, right?" she teased.

"Absolutely!"

"Of course it was. You were nice and hot for me, too. Lots of cream for my coffee!" She straightened her clothing a little and turned to go. "Oh, Rob," she said from the door, "don't forget, there's a couple of coffee breaks every day." She winked and walked away, leaving Rob weak-kneed and smiling.

 

Lana was barely in the door of Ruby's apartment before she noticed the new boots. Ruby had tried again to take them off, after work, and ended up playing with herself. So she left them on, and her red sweater, and slipped into a casual denim miniskirt for the evening. "Wow, Rube, nice boots! Where on earth did you find those!" Lana exclaimed.

"At a second-hand store. Are you going to come in or just stand there in the doorway?"

Lana came in, bearing a video and a bottle of sherry. She was a small, shapely woman dressed in tights and an oversized sweater, trendy athletic shoes. They opened the bottle and watched the movie, some silly romance with a hunky male lead. Afterward they sat on the couch and talked for a long time about work and men and clothes and nothing in particular. Finally, Ruby said, "Lana, there's something I have to tell you about."

Lana refilled her sherry glass. "Ooh, sounds serious. What's the matter?"

"Do you like these boots?"

"Like them? I love them! They're gorgeous! I wish I had some like that. Did you really get them from a second-hand store?"

"Yes, it was called Second Delights. On Sullivan Street."

"Never heard of it. Refill?"

"Oh, no I've already had... oh, why not."

Lana sipped her sherry. "Are they comfortable? The boots I mean."

"Incredibly. Like walking on air."

"No kidding? You're kidding me. With all that heel?"

"I'm not kidding. I wear them all the time."

"Well, they're gorgeous boots. Sexy as all hell too."

"I can't take them off."

"I don't blame you. If I had boots like that I'd wear them everywhere."

"No, I mean, I really can't take them off." She looked away, confused and embarrassed.

Lana paused with her glass at her lips. "What, you mean the zipper's stuck or something?"

"No. Nothing like that. I just can't take them off." Ruby downed a half glass of sherry in one gulp. She held out the glass. Wordlessly, Lana refilled it.

At length she said: "Girlfriend, start making sense. What do you mean you can't take them off? They're just boots."

"I, I don't know. About the boots. I don't know why. The woman in the store said they used to belong to a magician, maybe that has something to do with it. All I know is, I can't make myself take them off. Every time I try I get... distracted. Or it's like my will power vanishes. It's like trying to resist a hot fudge brownie, only worse." She looked up to find Lana looking at her strangely.

"Lana, I've been wearing these boots for 36 hours straight."

"What! Come on, that's preposterous. You don't mean... nights too?! Your feet must be killing you!"

"But that's another weird thing. They aren't. My feet feel fine. Just as cosy as can be. No pain, no sweat, no corns. I told you, it's like walking on air."

"But, but, you can't wear them all the time!" She was clearly having a hard time with this. "Why don't you just pull down the zippers?"

Ruby shrugged. "I can't."

There was a brief silence. Eventually Lana said, "You're serious, aren't you." Ruby said nothing.

Her friend considered for a long moment. Finally she said: "I've got it. Let me take them off!"

Ruby brightened. "Say, that might work. Let's give it a try." She turned sideways on the couch, putting her boots in Lana's lap. "Go for it!" she urged. "The zippers are on the sides."

"Yes, I see," said Lana. She reached out for the nearer one, but got sidetracked by the glistening red of the boot. "What are these made of?"

"Leather I think. I'm not sure. The zipper's right there."

"Yes, I know, I see it," Lana said, a little peevishly. She reached out for a zipper, but stopped without touching it. A flicker of uncertainty crossed her pretty face. She tried again, but barely touched the zipper. "These are so lovely," she said softly, running a hand up her friend's leg.

"Lana, the zipper." Ruby felt a familiar flush coming over her.

Lana tried several more times but never managed to get anywhere. "I can't uh, seem to, like, get at it," she said. Her breathing was becoming shallow. "Let me try the other one." Ruby crossed her ankles, and Lana made a grab for the zipper tongue. She ended up fondling the boot again. "So lovely," she whispered.

"Uhm, Lana, maybe we'd better just let this go for now." Ruby made a move to pull her feet away.

Lana held her back. "No, wait, let me just... get a better grip." She leaned over her friend's leg, inching her fingers toward the zipper of one red boot. Her face was flushed. Her breasts rubbed against the sole of the boot and she moaned suddenly.

"Lana, please, we can try again later."

"I've-- I've almost, almost got it," Lana murmured, leaning very close to the crimson boots. Ruby could almost feel the soles pressing against Lana's soft breasts. Her friend was caressing both legs now, making furtive slides toward the zipper tongues, that always fell short. Little sounds were coming from the back of her throat.

"Lana, what, what are you doing?" Ruby cried as her friend lowered her mouth against one boot.

"Can't seem...to grab it...with my fingers.... maybe, if I use my tongue...."

But it seemed to Ruby that she was just kissing her boots, coming nowhere near the tops of the zippers. She laved the shiny fabric with her tongue, licking and kissing wetly up and down, switching from one to the other as she went. She continued all the way down and kissed the toes lovingly.

Ruby was panting now. "Lana, darling, please, please stop that. Let go now. Please." She felt her pussy moisten, and she wanted to play with herself in the worst way. One hand began to knead her tits through her sweater.

Lana acted like she hadn't even heard her. She was working her way back up the boots now, holding one leg in each hand and moving her body between them. Ruby felt her legs begin to spread apart. "You're so lovely," Lana cooed, kissing and stroking higher.

"Lana! What-- What are you doing!" Ruby cried a few moments later, "that, that's n-n-not my boot at all. That's my leg! Mmmmmmmm, pleeeeese, stop that, oh god, oh god oh god. Please stop, ohhhhh!" Lana's head was up underneath her miniskirt.

"So lovely," Lana sighed, just before she pulled down Ruby's panties and buried her head in her crotch.

"Oh god!" Ruby shouted, then surrendered completely to the divine sensation as her best friend began to eat her out like her life depended on it. Lana lapped and nibbled and licked. Ruby groaned and bucked and tossed. Sprawled across the couch, her skirt rucked up around her waist, one long leg up in the air and the other on the floor the booted beauty rocked and rolled through a gloriously satisfying climax.

For a long moment they just lay there, gasping. Finally Ruby asked, "Lana, what's happening? What are we doing?"

The smaller girl looked up from between Ruby's legs, an amorous look in her eyes. "Something we should have done a long time ago!" she declared. There was moisture on her chin. To Ruby's surprise she got to her feet and started stripping off her clothes.

"Rube, darling, there's something I want you to do for me," Lana said intensely. She sat back down on the couch, now wearing only her sweater. "I want you to do me. With your boots!"

"What?"

"Look, I'll just sit down here, like this." She lifted Ruby's left leg and made to brush the heel to clean it, stopping when she realized there was not a speck of dust on it. "And you can use your heel, like... like this. Oh yessss!" She guided Ruby's foot down and began to stroke herself with the long, tapered heel. "That feels like heaven!" She pushed the bootheel up and down.

After a moment Ruby, becoming excited again herself, caught on to what her friend wanted. She began to pleasure Lana in earnest, pressing inward just a little as she gently stroked upward. She couldn't penetrate very far, especially with the platform soles, but evidently it was enough, especially when she paused on the upstroke to tickle the girl's clitoris. Lana sprawled backwards against the cushions and moaned wantonly, thrusting her hips forward to meet Ruby's strokes. Her eyes were half closed. "Oh yes, darling, like that, like that, just like that," she chanted, "keep going, please, keep it up, ohmygod that's so good, don't ever stop!"

Ruby was fondling her own tits again through her sweater and her other hand was on its way to her well-worked lovenest. The sight of her best friend thrashing about helplessly on the heel of her red boot was irresistibly erotic. Soon they were both perspiring and gasping for breath.

Suddenly Lana reached out and clasped Ruby's right boot, bringing the heel up to her mouth. It too was immaculate. In an instant Lana had clamped her mouth around it, sucking and licking the sculpted material fervorently.

For a long moment they stayed like that, Ruby's hands busy above and below and both bright red boots inside her best friend. Lana's guttural cries gradually climbed up an octave until she was almost whistling. A moment later the bootheel slipped out of her mouth as she came intensely. Ruby's second orgasm followed a few panting breaths later.

Some time much later that night, Ruby lay in bed, staring into the comforting darkness. Lana had fallen asleep with her head resting on Ruby's bare chest. Well, Ruby thought to herself, it looks like I've found myself a whole new relationship. Lana stirred, still half asleep, and began to kiss and nuzzle one red nipple. Ruby smiled. It was also obvious just who was in charge of that new relationship.

 

Lana stayed over most of the weekend. On Saturday they went out shopping. Ruby was eager to buy some clothes that matched her new boots. They made several attempts, separately and in concert, to take the boots off, none of which lead to anything but lovemaking. "It has to be possible," Lana said more than once. "There's nothing at all stopping us. It's just a matter of... willpower. Concentration. Let's try again." They couldn't even get a zipper down.

On Sunday afternoon though, they made a breakthrough. Between the two of them, they did get one boot off. Ruby was complaining, after they had both tried wearing blindfolds so they couldn't see the boots they were trying to remove, that if she didn't get them off she would never be able to wear nylons, or anything else, on her legs.

Then they discovered that if Ruby held the nylons in her hand, ready to be slipped over her foot, she could summon up enough strength to unzip one boot and slide out her foot. She was astonished to discover that her feet were dry and soft and sweet-smelling, like she had just had a shower and a foot massage. She slipped one leg of a pair of smoky nylons over her foot and up the leg. Before she had really thought about it she had slipped her foot back into the boot again. Only when her traitorous hands had done up the smooth-gliding zipper could she bring herself to undo the other boot.

She sighed. At least she could dress her legs.


II. Business with Pleasure
On Monday morning Lana gave Ruby a long good-bye kiss and trotted off to work. Ruby hurried to catch the bus herself a few minutes later, very aware that she was running late. Again, however, Mr. Legendre hardly seemed to mind. Ruby was wearing a new outfit, a silvery pink blouse worn loose over a rather brief red skirt. The view of her long legs, decorated with red platform boots and tan nylons, may have contributed to her boss's forgiving mood.

Mr. Legendre was a balding, even-tempered man in his mid-forties. He had never been anything but polite and professional toward Ruby. She noticed now how his eyes behind his round-rimmed glasses scanned appreciatively up her legs -- as did the eyes of the three young salesmen, customers entering the showroom, and just about everybody she passed on the street.

Ruby felt sexy and supremely confident in her flashy boots. She flirted shamelessly with all the male customers, even when they were with their wives or girlfriends. She made sure they got a good look at her legs as she sat well back from her desk, legs cocked at the perfect angle, nylons glinting in the overhead lights. Some men seemed reluctant to leave her. She accompanied them over to a salesman and stayed with them through the sales pitch, smiling and posing against the hood of one expensive car or another. It didn't hurt sales any.

It did seem to distract the salesmen though. Poor Robert became so obviously uncomfortable that she just had to blow him in the washroom, once on Monday and twice each on Tuesday and Wednesday. In the evenings she made repeated attempts to take the boots off, but that only lead to hand-play.

She couldn't get over how good she felt.

On Thursday the weather turned nasty. Winter returned for one last, desperate battle against the invading spring and for a while it held its own. When Ruby swung her booted feet out of bed, wet snow was smacking against the windows, driven by a raw north wind. Ruby would normally have worn slacks on a day like this, but when she pulled them out of the closet she was frowning. Maybe she would be cold, but she found herself reluctant to cover her new boots. Or her legs, which they highlighted so well. You're going to regret this, girl, she told herself as she selected a short jumper instead.

Waiting at the bus stop she first noticed something odd. Her spring jacket was not very heavy and not very long, leaving much of her shapely legs exposed to the driving wind. She watched snowflakes swirl around her knees.

She wasn't cold. That was the strange thing. She wasn't cold at all, though the man waiting at the stop with her was huddled into his winter coat. Ruby felt just fine. She even smiled at the man, sharing some of the spring warmth she felt. He smiled back, scanning her legs with the same rapt gaze that she got from the bus driver a few minutes later.

Ruby got her second surprise when she arrived at the dealership, after slogging for several blocks through wet slush from the bus stop. She didn't slip at all despite the icy ground and her high heels. Standing in the doorway, she looked sadly at her nice new boots, now begrimed with snow and mud from the street. As she watched, drops of water and splashes of mud were sliding down the smooth material, making little pools on the floor around her feet.

She watched for a few moments, fascinated. It all seemed to be sliding off: every drop of water, every speck of mud. When Ruby walked away a moment later her boots were as clean and shiny as the paint on the luxury cars in the showroom.

The storm had abated by noon, and the sun was warm when Ruby headed out to have lunch with Lana. Her pretty friend arrived late, dressed sharply for her job as a sales clerk, but with a confused look on her face. They had a glass of wine with lunch, and another one afterward.

Then Lana finally got around to telling her that she had been thinking about what they did on the weekend, and though it was marvellously exciting she really had never had any attraction to a woman before and maybe they should just cool it and go back to being friends. Ruby listened to her rambling for a while. Then, perhaps inspired by the wine, she got tired of it and started stroking up and down Lana's leg with the toe of one boot.

Lana jumped. "Rube! Hey, cut that out!"

"Girlfriend you are as tense as two tomcats. Relax, will you." Ruby continued stroking beneath the table.

"Ruuuby! Come on, stop that," her friend whined. "You know that... bothers me." She made no move to stop her.

Ruby slumped down in her seat to reach higher up Lana's legs. Lana's suit had a short wool skirt that provided easy access. Ruby forced her legs apart and began stroking above the knee. Lana bit her lip. "Please, Rube, don't do that."

"Hey! Hands above the table!" Ruby said sharply. "Here, have another glass of wine." She refilled Lana's glass from the carafe on the table. The petite blonde took the glass and drank deeply. She was trembling.

"There now, there's nothing to be upset about. What we did this weekend we did because we wanted to. How could something wrong feel so good?"

Lana let out a little moan. "But Ruby.... oh god..... mmmmmmmm!"

"Here, slide down a little bit. A bit more. That's the way. Can you feel that?"

"Oh god can I! Damn, I wish I wasn't wearing panties. Here, up a little bit. Right there! Now use the heel... Oh yes. Yes yes yes! Oh god yessss!" She shuddered through her climax right at the corner table in the crowded diner.

Ruby sipped her wine, letting her friend recover for a few moments. She looked at her watch. "Hey, we'd both better get back to work. Are you all right now?"

Lana looked at her fondly. "Oh Rube, you little minx." She drained her glass. "Next time we have lunch together, remind me not to have wine." Both girls laughed merrily.

 

Ruby was a little late, a little drunk and more than a little horny when she finally made it back to work. Tim, the salesman sitting in for her, was irritated by her tardiness and about to say so, but Ruby just gave him her biggest smile while she took off her coat. She stood casually with one leg forward and her chest thrust out.

Ruby wore a white sweater beneath a black, shape-defining jumper, decorated with moons and stars. Her display melted Tim's anger faster than the sun was melting the snow outside. "Well, you're finally back!" he complained. "Did you have to... uh... did you have....er...

Did you... have a nice lunch?"

"Oh, it was just us girls," Ruby said teasingly, "all by ourselves. There was nobody to keep us company so we had too much to drink." She hiccupped loudly.

"Hmmmm, maybe I should go along next time, just to make sure you behave yourself." His eyes lingered on her curvy figure.

"Oh, I probably wouldn't behave myself if you're there," Ruby said deliberately. She could almost see Tim's hormone balance changing. "But thanks for the offer. And thanks for sitting in for me." She shifted her weight from one hip to the other.

Tim got to his feet awkwardly. "No problem," he said. "But I gotta go now." He was holding a clipboard awkwardly in front of himself. He turned back after a few steps. "Oh, Ruby, I almost forgot. The big boss wants to see you. He's in his office." He took one last lingering look at Ruby's legs before heading off.

Ruby watched him go. Tim was such a dear. And by the looks of the bulge in his pants, a buck at that. Maybe she would have to start giving him a little of the attention she was bestowing on Robert. She hiccupped again, then sat down to fix her hair and make-up before her meeting with Mr. Legendre.

 

"You've got to understand, Ruby, that I have no complaints about your work. None at all. But you might be surprised to learn that despite the prices on the cars we sell, margins in this business are small. It's a very competitive business and overhead can kill you. There's the rent on the building, maintenance, loan financing, insurance, the list goes on. There's salaries too. Salaries are always the biggest cost."

Ruby listened patiently. She was sitting beside the cluttered desk in his back office, listening to Mr. Legendre complain about business costs. What was he getting at? He was leading up to something. Ruby didn't like the sound of it.

Mr. Legendre drew a deep breath, straining the vest of his grey, three-piece suit. He admired her boots for a moment. "Ruby," he said, "I'm afraid I'm going to have to let you go."

So that was it. She was being laid off. For a moment Ruby just sat there, too stunned to speak. "But, but, Mr. Legendre," she sputtered.

"Just like that? I've been working here for nearly two years!"

"I know, I know," protested her boss, "but we're going through a tough period here and I just don't see how I can make it if I don't cut costs."

"But you keep telling me this is one of the biggest specialty dealerships in the city."

He frowned. "The second biggest. Page is the biggest. And that's the whole problem. Page is robbing me blind. He's got that brand new showroom, twice the size of mine, extended hours, ridiculous financing packages.... I tell you, he's just killing me. I'm sorry Ruby." He took off his glasses and wiped them idly with a kerchief.

Ruby was silent for a moment. She had lost jobs before and always found a new one. But this was different. She didn't feel like just taking it. It was so unfair! "Don't you feel I make a contribution?" she asked demurely. She gave him her best wide-eyed look. A little sex appeal couldn't hurt.

Legendre put his specs back on and regarded Ruby softly. "Of course you do. I don't mean to imply anything less. And this last week especially I've been... impressed with.... your enthusiasm." His eyes rested a moment at the point where her thighs emerged from her mini- length jumper. He went on, "As a matter of fact, sales are up this week, a good sign, but I'm afraid it's just not enough to make a difference."

Ruby was surprised at how easily she had distracted him. She decided to try again. "Can't you compete with Page?" she asked. "We could offer special packages too, couldn't we?"

It was bold advice from a receptionist. Legendre was about to reply when Ruby crossed her knees deliberately, letting her hem slide a little higher. As she had hoped, Legendre's gaze flicked back to her thigh, then swept down the dark nylons and over her sexy red boots. "Uhm." he said at last. "Well, I suppose...uh, we could offer something, but I don't see..." Ruby was bouncing her leg a little, very gently. Legendre's eyes kept drawing back to the toe of her boot, glistening as it swung up and down.

Ruby uncrossed her legs and got to her feet. "Mr. Legendre," she said pointedly, approaching his desk with a deliberate, hip-swinging gait, "I really think you're being hasty now. I love my job. I think I make a difference to the people I work with, and to the customers. Are you sure you want to just let me go?" She was standing in front of his chair now, and she leaned back against the desk, regarding him warmly.

Legendre couldn't seem to take his eyes off her legs. "Well... uh, I... " he sputtered.

Ruby gave him no time to collect his thoughts. "Look, Mr. Legendre. I think of myself as more than just another pretty face." She smoothed down her tight sweater as she spoke. "I'm also a problem- solver. People come to me with all their little troubles and worries and I make them forget all about them." Boldly, she stepped forward and slid one knee up onto her boss's chair. She leaned over him temptingly. "That's really good for morale, don't you think?"

Legendre just stared at her, round-eyed. "Ruby, what are you...." he began.

"Oh, look," the red-booted beauty cooed, looking straight down. "I think you have a problem right now. That must be so uncomfortable."

She ran one finger excruciatingly down his straining zipper. Legendre squirmed. "Here, let me show you how I can help with your problem." And before her stunned boss could even protest she was on her knees on the thick carpet, pulling down his zipper.

She groped around until she found what she was looking for, then gently pulled it free. "Oooh, Mr. Legendre," she husked, flattering him. "You have such a big problem here. I'd better get right to work." She gently closed her lips around his cock. Mr. Legendre, who had a wife, a mortgage and two children, could only gasp in delight as his randy receptionist began to suck him off expertly.

She worked him slowly at first, sliding her lips down his shaft until she could feel the tip in the back of her throat, then sliding gently upward with just enough suction to bring his dick to full attention. "I do love my job, Mr. Legendre," she whispered when his cock slipped out of her mouth.

She held him firmly in one hand and tongued him noisily for a few moments, then returned to sucking in earnest. Throwing back her long brown hair, she stared upward into his eyes while she sucked, letting him know that she understood exactly what she was doing to him. Legendre gripped the arms of his chair and steamed up his glasses.

Ruby's hair flung wildly about her face as she slurped noisily on her boss's tool. Legendre had his eyes closed and his head thrown back, lolling in the sweet sensations Ruby was producing. His climax was only moments away when Ruby stopped suddenly. "What? Ruby, please..." he moaned, "Don't stop now!"

She was still stroking him, keeping him on the edge. "I've got a great idea," she panted, breathing hard. She got to her feet and jumped up on the desk, planting her high red boots on either side of Legendre's wet cock. She pressed her feet together, gently, and began to slide them up and down. "Come on me," she urged. "Come on my boots."

In only a moment he did exactly that. "Oh yes, that feels so great!" he almost shouted. "Oh god, here it comes... Aaargh!" Then he was ejaculating, spurting ropes of hot cum all over the toes and shanks of her beautiful boots. It slid off immediately, falling in big white gobs onto the carpet. Ruby worked him thoroughly, teasing out the last of his contribution until, eventually, he sagged contentedly back into his chair and began to soften.

"Ruby what have you done to me?" he asked rhetorically, catching his breath. "That was the best... just the best."

Ruby smiled impishly. "I don't think we're quite finished yet," she said, leaning back on her hands. "Here, clean me up, OK?"

"Um, what?"

"My boots, sweetie. You just came all over them. I can't go back to work like that. Come on, clean them up for me, please?" She thrust one crimson toe beneath his nose.

In fact there was absolutely no need to clean the boots, they showed no trace of his emissions. Mr. Legendre reached out, tentatively at first, and held her foot with one hand. He hesitated for a long moment; then his tongue came out and lightly licked the toe. Then again. And again, longer this time. In moments he was licking and kissing and tonguing enthusiastically while his leggy receptionist sat on his desk and wallowed in the feeling of having her boss lick her boots.

"Don't forget the other one," Ruby teased, raising her other leg. Her boot-licking boss captured it in his free hand and began to lavish affection on the toe with his tongue. He lapped happily, switching every few seconds between one boot and the other. "You aren't really going to lay me off, are you, Mr. Legendre?" Ruby cooed, like she was talking to a small child.

"God, Ruby, of course not, darling!" panted her boss, between licks and kisses. "I couldn't (lap, lap), begin to get along (lick, slurp) without you!" He looked up briefly, and found himself with a perfect view up under Ruby's miniskirt. His glasses were askew.

Ruby looked down and saw that Mr. Legendre was hard again. "In fact," she said softly, stroking his cheek with one red toe, "I bet you'd much rather just lay me, wouldn't you?"

Legendre just groaned in helpless lust. Ruby, who was every bit as aroused as her boss by now, rose to her feet to strip her underthings away when she realized she had a problem. She couldn't love Mr. Legendre without removing her pantyhose, but she couldn't do that because the boots were in the way and she couldn't take them off. What to do? Thinking quickly, Ruby grabbed a pair of scissors and quickly slashed a long cut in both her panties and nylons. The pantyhose would be ruined, but Ruby didn't care. She was too hot to wait. Anyway she had just decided to wear stockings from now on.

She threw the scissors away and returned her attention to her boss. Wordlessly she stood in front of him, hands on his shoulders. She slid first one knee, then the other, up onto his big chair, so she was straddling him, her crotch poised above his still-wet shaft. She reached down and held him in one hand. "Ooooh, nice stick shift, Mr. Legendre," she said as she lowered herself onto him. "Let's take it out for a test drive!"

"Ruby you doll!" her amorous employer cried. He felt her close around him, wet, snug and inviting. "You fucking incredible doll." Ruby bent down for a long, sloppy kiss. They started to rock, fucking energetically in the big stuffed chair.

"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!" Ruby chanted. She threw her head back, arms around her lover's neck, and let her hair tumble down. "Mr. Le- Legendre, I, I have some, oh come on, deeper, harder! I have some.... some ummmm fuck me you feel good, some ideeeeeas, oh yes, for com-com- com-peting, oh fuck, with Page!"

For the next half hour the salesmen tried to distract their customers from the noises coming from the back office.

 

Ruby stepped into her apartment Friday evening to the smell of something cooking on the stove. It smelled delicious. She stepped into the apartment and removed her suit jacket, leaving her in a silky white blouse and a floral-patterned skirt. The skirt ended well above the knee, short enough to advertise her boot-dressed legs, but just long enough to cover the tops of her dark stockings.

"What's this?" she said out loud, looking about her. It was her apartment but she barely recognized it.

It was clean.

Magazines and books were neatly stacked on a shelf. Dirty dishes and empty pizza boxes had disappeared. The whole place had obviously been given a thorough dusting and the carpet had been vacuumed. There were fresh flowers in a vase on the polished coffee table.

"Hey, Rube, about time you got home!" said a cheerful voice. Lana was standing by the kitchen door, a drink in one hand. She was dressed in her casual clothes, a pair of tight, flared jeans and a sweater with an apron over it. She was in her stocking feet. Her sport shoes were sitting by the door.

"Lana, what are you doing here?"

"Well, at the moment, I'm making supper. I hope you still like Italian. Here have a drink." She handed her the glass.

Ruby took the drink gratefully and took a sip. "Mmmm, nice. Just what I need." She stepped into the immaculate livingroom. "Did you do all this?"

"Of course, silly. Took all afternoon too. Rube, darling, don't you ever do housework?"

"I hadn't quite got around to it," her brown-haired friend replied. "But, but, like, didn't you have to work today?"

Lana waved a hand. "I had some sick days built up. Told the manager I was coming down with something." She smiled slyly. "He likes me."

"But how did you get in?"

"The superintendent, duh! Ruby, will you stop fussing and just relax.

Come on, sit down, take a load off those sexy legs." She patted the couch invitingly.

Ruby sat, leaning back against the pillows and stretching her legs. Immediately Lana grabbed a hassock and slipped it under her feet. "There, isn't that better? Now you just relax for a moment, while I finish supper. Would you like another drink?"

"Why not," Ruby declared. She watched her best friend scamper off to the kitchen with the empty glass. Wow, what has come over her, she reflected privately. She used to hate housework as much as I do; now she's acting like my personal servant. Ruby smiled and closed her eyes, enjoying the smell of spicy spaghetti sauce and the warmth of the drink. A girl could get used to this.

Supper was excellent. When it was over Lana insisted that Ruby sit and finish her wine while she did all the dishes. A little while later the smaller girl emerged from the kitchen, tossing the apron over a chair. Ruby switched off the television.

"Hey, listen, Rube," the lithe blonde said, kneeling beside her on the sofa. "I've got some ideas. I want to try taking your boots off again."

Ruby looked at her with heavy-lidded eyes, the result of too much good food and good wine. "Lana you can't take th' boots off. I can't. Nobody can."

"But we haven't tried everything yet! Look, somehow it's all a matter of willpower. So far we've always tried to do it by ourselves. But if we work together, concentrating, like combining our wills..."

Lana drained her wine glass. " 's not gonna work, Lana. An' we'll just end up, you know, screwin' around."

"That's a chance we'll have to take," replied her friend, a twinkle in her eyes. "Now look, here's how it works. Instead of taking off one boot, we'll take them both off at once. You take the right one and I'll take the left. That way we'll have double the willpower! Here, put your left leg up here where I can reach it."

"OK, now what do we do?"

"We'll go together, at exactly the same time."

"Well?"

"OK, OK, don't rush me. I have to get psyched up, right? OK. Here we go. Are you ready?"

"I'm ready."

All right. Here we go then. We're going to do this together. Here..., say Ruby are you wearing stockings? Looks cool!"

"Lana, don't get started."

"Oh, yeah, sorry. OK. Here we go then. All together. Collected willpower. One boot each. Here we go."

"I'm still waiting."

I know. I know that. I'm just trying to build up my energy. Let's go then. We'll do it on three, OK? One.... Twoooo..... Three! GO!" She made a lunge for the zipper tab. Ruby reached down at the same time.

Half an hour later Lana was kneeling on the floor between Ruby's legs, wearing only her underwear, avidly tonguing her friend toward her second climax. Or was it her third? Ruby wasn't too sure any more. The brown-haired beauty was sprawled across the sofa, long legs spread wide, wearing nothing but her stockings and garters, and of course her bright red boots.


III. Sales Technique
Some days later Ruby was sitting behind her desk at the dealership, idly watching the traffic and people wander by on the street outside. It was noon on a bright spring day. Ruby was alone in the gleaming showroom. Two of the salesmen had gone for lunch and Mr. Legendre had been called away to some imaginary crisis at his bank.

The rule was that at least one seller had to be in the showroom at all times. Eric had a lunch date with his fiancee that he desperately wanted to keep, so he snuck out once Mr. Legendre was gone, promising Ruby he would be back as soon as he could. There weren't many customers this time of day.

Ruby crossed her ankles and admired the gaudy red boots on her legs, enjoying the feeling of warm satisfaction they always gave her. Even after wearing them day and night for almost two weeks the gorgeous boots still kept her feet warm, dry and comfortable. They did much more than that too: they buoyed up her mood like a drug.

It was hard to describe, but ever since she had put the boots on, she had felt just so delicious: sexy, feminine, confident. She was ready for anything, especially if it involved men. Or women, for that matter. She was giving regular service to both Rob and Mr. Legendre, neither of whom seemed willing or capable of resisting her advances. Yesterday she had seduced Tim, and more and more she found herself coming on to the customers. Despite a quickie with Rob in the coffee room that morning, Ruby was feeling very frisky.

The sound of the door chimes stirred Ruby from her contemplation. The man entering the showroom was handsome and richly dressed. His dark hair was streaked with grey at the temples, and his thin moustache was perfectly trimmed. The woman with him was quite a bit younger, a shapely blonde in a form-fitting, red-and-white striped dress that almost smelled of money.

Ruby activated her high-octane smile. "Good morning!" she said cheerfully. "Welcome to Legendre's Legendary Autos. I'm Ruby. Could I just get your names for my book?" She looked up at them with her pen poised to write.

The man looked at her for a long moment. She could almost see the word "Wow!" running through his head. Ruby was dressed simply in a snug black sweater and a revealingly short, black skirt, topped off with elaborately patterned black lace stockings. The outfit flattered her curvy figure and made the most of her long legs, set off perfectly by the high-heeled platform boots.

"Well, yes, of course," the man said, smiling in return. "I'm Clayton Woodstock, and this is my wife, Bridget." He gestured at the blonde, who nodded a greeting, her diamond earrings sparkling. "I was talking last week to one of your people, can't remember his name, about taking a look at that new Thoroughbred." He referred to one of the most exclusive makes in the showroom.

Ruby noticed his attention lingering on her lace-wrapped legs. "Oh, the Thoroughbred", she said, "I absolutely love that car! It has such smooth lines, don't you think?" She uncrossed her ankles and crossed them the other way.

"Yes, well, I do like the style of it," the man said, his eyes studying her legs.

"Of course you do. I can tell you know your cars. I wish I could own a Thoroughbred! I get excited just sitting in one!"

The man's grin broadened. "Well, maybe if I buy one I'll take you for a ride."

"Clayton," his wife said.

The man tore his gaze away from Ruby's legs. "Ah, well, yes, anyway, could I talk to the salesperson?"

"Of course. That would be Eric. He's our expert on that particular line. But -- oh, I just remembered, Eric has stepped out for a minute. He should be back in a few moments. If you wouldn't mind waiting --"

That was definitely the wrong thing to say. "Humph, I don't like waiting for salespeople!" the man grumped. "Especially since I told him I would be here today. Plain rude if you ask me. Maybe I'll just look at some other dealership." Clearly irritated, he made to escort his wife out the door.

Ruby did some fast thinking. She didn't want to lose a big sale. She would have to cover until Eric or one of the others got back.

She kept her smile switch on. "Please, Mr. Woodstock, don't be upset." She got to her feet and walked around the high desk to approach him. In her short-short skirt, lace stockings and tight, high-heeled boots she knew she looked hot. "Eric was just here, but he got called out on, um, an emergency consultation. But I'm sure he won't be away long. Look, why don't you both just sit down for a moment and I'll make sure that your comfortable until Eric gets back. At Legendre we like to treat our customers right."

Mr. Woodstock hesitated, admiring Ruby's abundant curves, long enough for her to take his arm. She linked elbows with his wife on the other side. "We have a great deal of information on the Thoroughbred and our other lines that I'm sure you'll want to look at." Mollified, the couple let her lead them to the waiting area, a little alcove set up like a livingroom, with expensive furnishings and an artificial fireplace. Ruby leaned a little heavier against Clayton than his wife, letting him feel her breast against his arm.

"Just have a seat here," Ruby said, leading them to the deep sofa. "Let me fetch you a drink." She returned a moment later with a decanter of well-aged Scotch whisky and two crystal glasses. She sat down beside Clayton with his wife on the other side. They chatted about sportcars while they sipped their drinks.

As they talked, Ruby flirted with Clayton and played the hostess, making sure especially that Bridget's glass was never empty. When Eric hadn't returned after a good half hour they made to leave, but Ruby easily talked them out of it, and into another drink. Clayton was hungrily ogling her body. Ruby made sure she brushed against him as often as possible.

"Clayton, when are we gonna see thiz car?" Bridget complained, some time later. She was sort of slumped in her seat, glass in hand and one white pump dangling off her toe.

Ruby pretended to ignore Clayton's hand, that was "accidentally" resting against her thigh. She looked at her watch. Where on earth was everybody? "I'll tell you what," she said decisively. "Let's go take a look at the model we have in the showroom. I'm sure Eric will be back any minute and he can fill you in on the technical details. I think you will find that the Thoroughbred has features of interest to both of you."

"Sure, why not," Clayton agreed. "Come on, honey, let's go look."

Ruby got to her feet. "Oh, please, bring your drinks if you want. Here, let me top that up for you." She linked arms with the couple again and led them back into the main showroom. Mrs. Woodstock was decidedly the least sober of the trio, and she leaned heavily against Ruby. She didn't notice when Clayton's hand slipped down onto Ruby's barely covered behind.

"There now, isn't this a beauty?" Ruby said, as they approached the gleaming auto. "Thoroughbreds set the pace for the road." It was a company slogan she had read somewhere. She leaned back provocatively against the red sportcar so her abundant breasts thrust tight against her sweater. Clayton's moustache twitched.

"It'z jus' 'nother car," said his shapely young wife. "Big 'n' loud for men to show off." She giggled and took a healthy sip of her drink.

Ruby said, "Ah, but in a car of this calibre there are features to spoil every taste." She took her by the hand and lead her to the gleaming sportcar, opening the door. "Here, just sit down for a moment. The seats are brushed leather of course. And they adjust a whole bunch of different ways. See, you can even lean back." She reached for a button and the seat back pivotted down gently until Bridget was nearly horizontal.

"Well, it is very comfor'ble" she conceded.

"And just listen to this stereo," Ruby continued. She leaned across her and turned on some switches. Soft music began to pump through the car. "Eight-speaker surround sound stereo," Ruby said, making it up as she went. "Doesn't that sound wonderful?"

Bridget grunted in agreement and sipped her drink. She closed her eyes. Ruby said, "Now you just relax there for a moment, and enjoy the music. I want to show Clayton a few other features."

She turned with her hand on the door handle, certain that Clayton had been staring at her legs while she was bent over. "With a Thoroughbred, you never have to worry about road noise again," she said, now quoting something she had overheard a salesman say. She shut the door and the music stopped instantly. "And of course the windows are tinted for maximum privacy."

"I... like," said Clayton. He wasn't looking at the car.

Ruby sidled up to him. "Here's another feature I'm sure you'll like."

She had a small black box in her hand. She pointed it backward without looking and pressed a button. A small "click" came from the car. "Electronic keyless entry system," Ruby said, very close. "With driver override that lets you lock all the doors from the outside." She toyed with the lapel on his suit jacket. "A very handy feature, if you have small children" -- she paused significantly -- "or pets."

Clayton's face was flushed. "M-M-Maybe we should, uh, sit down somewhere, and, and, discuss the um, other features, of this model."

"Good idea. Let's use one of the offices." She led him to one of the private sales rooms, out of sight of the sportcar. They were barely through the door before Ruby was in his arms, kissing lustfully. They locked together, stumbling backward toward a small sofa, where they landed with Clayton more or less on top.

"My god what am I doing!" cried Clayton, even as he pulled up her tight sweater. "My wife is right outside!"

Ruby was already working on his pants. "Don't, don't worry about her.

She can't hear anything. Oh my, Clayton you have a nice gearshift!"

He was fumbling about, at once trying to kiss her breasts above the top of her lace half-bra and remove her panties with one hand. Ruby helped him with both actions. When they had removed the bare minimum of clothing to permit intimacy, Ruby spread her legs, still dressed in boots and fancy stockings, and guided him downward. She was wet and ready. "Screw me, Clayton," she cried out, revelling in the nasty words, "Burn out my engine!"

When Ruby opened the door of the sportcar some while later, the stereo was still playing. Bridget was lying back in the seat, asleep. She was angry when she woke up though. "Finally!" she exclaimed, groggily climbing out of the low-slung car. "You locked me in! Clayton, didn't you hear me calling?"

Her husband smiled sheepishly. "Sorry about that, honey," he said contritely. "I guess the soundproofing is better than I thought."

"But didn't you see me waving?"

"Gee, I guess not. The windows are all tinted. But darling, I've got big news. I just bought a new Thoroughbred!" He glanced over at Ruby, who puckered up a kiss for him behind his wife's back.


"You sold a car!?" said Mr. Legendre, later that afternoon.

"Well, I had to," Ruby replied, smiling smugly, "there was no one else here." They were in his office, Ruby sitting on his desk, leaning back on her hands with her legs stretched out in front of her. Mr. Legendre was sitting in his big chair, his pants still around his feet. He was holding Ruby's ankles and kissing and lapping her slick boots, in what had become their post-coital ritual.

"Well I'll be. What make?"

She giggled and her bare breasts bounced. "A Thoroughbred. Loaded. All the options."

Her boss stopped his tongue work long enough to look up at her sceptically. "Come on, baby. We sell maybe three of those a year."

Ruby said nothing. Still smiling, she picked up the sales sheet from the desk and held it up where he could see. Mr. Legendre's eyes went wide as he scanned down the sheet. "I don't believe it," he said at last. "You sold a Thoroughbred."

Ruby leaned back and giggled again, dropping one foot to trace the line of his cock with her heel. She had been drinking in celebration most of the afternoon. "Whoa, wait a minute baby," Mr. Legendre said suddenly, "Is that the price you got?"

Ruby's smile vanished. "Uh, yeah. Isn't that right?"

"Where did you get the number?"

"I looked it up in the guidebook. Isn't that what all the sellers do?" She indicated a black binder sitting on the desk.

"But Ruby, honey, the guidebook isn't real prices. Those are just price points, to get things rolling. You start with those and then let the customer bargain down to something reasonable. Nobody's expected to pay guidebook prices!"

"Oh," Ruby said in a small voice. "I didn't know that."

Legendre grinned. "Please, darling, don't apologize." He kissed her toe lovingly. "I'll take double profit anytime I can get it! What about financing?"

"Didn't need any," Ruby said, holding up a check. "He's really well off."

Legendre took the check and studied it closely. The handwriting was a bit shaky, but there was no doubt about the amount: the full price, including taxes and preparation charges. Ruby knew why the handwriting was shaky. Clayton had already had her once before they even got around to talking about prices. During most of the "negotiation" Ruby had sat on the desk, like she was now, stroking his rod between her boots, like she was doing for Mr. Legendre now, but refusing to let him come until he signed the check. Clayton's protests had been faint and fleeting.

Mr. Legendre's grin grew wider and his member began to rise again. He looked up past the check to the leggy, tipsy, topless brunette sitting on his desk. "Ruby, baby" he declared, "how would you like to join the sales staff?"

 

"Oooh, Bobby, you are eager today!" Ruby cooed as she wrapped her legs around Robert's backside. Her fellow salesman grunted loudly and plunged deeper into her, gripping one stocking-covered thigh in each hand. They were sprawled on a fully reclined captain's chair, taken from one of the models of luxury cars the dealership handled. A few of the chairs were kept in the salesrooms to demonstrate to customers how comfortable they were. Lately they were more often used as beds for Ruby's increasingly frequent romps with customers and her fellow employees. It was four o'clock in the afternoon. Although Ruby had already blown Robert once that morning, they had spontaneously decided on a second go to celebrate the sale of a Jaguar.

Another sale in what was turning out to be another very good week.

Ruby's tight boots stroked across Robert's back as the couple heaved and bucked in the chair. She was wearing gaudy, red mesh hose that covered her entirely from the waist down, except for strategic cut- outs around the crotch and ass. Mr. Dneiper, the rich young fellow who had bought the Jag, had seemed fascinated by Ruby's legs from the moment he entered the showroom. As she pranced about in her tight black mini he had frequently lost track of Robert's sales pitch. They had been team-selling, an effective way to use Robert's technical knowledge of the cars and Ruby's talents at charming the customers. Mr. Dneiper was so impressed that he agreed to purchase even before Ruby's blow job.

At the moment Ruby's stretchy miniskirt was bunched up around her waist. Her black velvet top was lying on a filing cabinet. Robert was pumping quickly, not trying to hold back. "You're fucking right I'm eager!" he grunted, gripping the arms of the chair. "You drive me wild. Ah, shit that feels good! Nobody gets to me like you do, Ruby, nobody! Unh! I can barely be-believe we sold another -oh god here it comes! - another, anotherrrrrr.... JAAAAG!" The last word was half- shouted as he climaxed.

Ruby wrapped herself more tightly around him, revelling in the feel of his ejaculation inside her. She had not quite come herself yet. She was completely confident that Robert would take care of her before he went back to work. He always did.

The decision to add Ruby to the sales staff had been inspired. In a little under two weeks sales at Legendre's had more than doubled and Ruby had become the top salesperson in the dealership. Many of the sales were very good deals for the company. The prosperous male customers, panting with desire or drowsy in satisfaction depending on how Ruby decided to play them, could hardly concentrate on details like price.

Women only rarely bought sportcars. Sometimes the men brought wives or girlfriends along with them. They were a nuisance, but with techniques like the one she had applied to Clayton Woodstock, Ruby usually closed the deal anyway. Once, a very wealthy man came in with his daughter, a fresh-faced girl who had talked her father into buying her a car as a graduation present. Ruby, who was more than a little tipsy from a drinking session with an earlier customer, left the man with Eric, and seduced the daughter instead. Daddy bought her a Porsche.

Ruby's move into sales had created an opening at the greeter's desk. Since business was going so well, Mr. Legendre reluctantly agreed to hire a replacement. The new girl, Gladys, was bouncy, busty and bright-eyed, fresh out of high school. Ruby initiated her into the workplace one day by casually asking her for help taking her boots off. The boots stayed on, but somehow it was Gladys's clothing that came off. The reclining chair in the salesroom was busy for most of the afternoon.

Ruby enjoyed the attention of the sweet young thing. She often invited Gladys to clean her boots, which of course never needed it. Usually, Gladys used some piece of intimate apparel, such as her panties, to lovingly wipe Ruby's gleaming boots. Usually, her tongue got into the action very quickly. Usually, Gladys had an orgasm before she finished the second boot.

Now, as she felt Robert become soft inside her, Ruby relaxed and contemplated how well things were going. She felt lively and upbeat all the time these days, not to mention horny. The boots kept her feet cosy and comfortable in any weather. She had even taken a bath with them on the other night. With the move to the sales staff her income had improved substantially, especially since Legendre paid his sellers a combination of salary and commission.

Her stomach growled. She had fucked her way through lunch with -- who was it? Oh yes, Timmy -- and hunger was starting to set in. Ruby sighed contentedly as Robert pulled out of her. She wondered what Lana would be fixing for dinner.

 

Ruby sipped gratefully on her after-dinner drink. "Mmmm, dinner was delicious, Lana. Thanks." She sat down on the couch and lifted her legs so Lana could slip the footrest underneath.

"No trouble," her pretty friend assured her, although the meal had been quite elaborate. She had already cleared the table and put the dishes into the new dishwasher. She would wash the pots and pans later.

Ruby looked around the immaculate apartment. The carpet was newly vacuumed and the flowers on the table were fresh. "Lana, did you remember to pick up the drycleaning?"

"Of course. I hung the things in your closet. The ironing is all done. I paid the utility bill too. Oh, and I mended the hem on your white dress." She smiled, clearly pleased at having anticipated Ruby's needs.

"Lana you're a dear." Ruby regarded her fondly, relaxing with her drink. It was the end of a long but very satisfying day -- in every sense -- and Ruby was luxuriating in having all her domestic needs taken care of. It interfered with Lana's social life a trifle but she didn't seem to mind. She didn't see Charles much anymore.

A gleam came to Ruby's eye. "Hold on a minute," she said casually. "How come you're not wearing that new outfit we got for you?"

Lana was wearing an oversized sweater and tights, along with her usual cross-trainers. "Oh, Rube, come on," she said, "you don't really expect me to wear those things!"

"Why not? We bought them together didn't we? And you said you liked the outfit."

"Yes, but we had been drinking! And besides...." She paused for a moment. "You had been, like, you know, teasing me. All afternoon!"

Ruby spoke more firmly. "Lana, stop fussing and go try it on. You paid good money for those clothes and they look great on you."

"Ruby they're way too young for me! You know that!"

"And you know that you're very young-looking. You should play that up, it's very attractive. Come on, go try them on. The bags are still in the bedroom."

"But Ruby!"

"Get!"

Pouting like a child, Lana turned and trudged off into the bedroom. Ruby finished her drink, chuckling to herself. She didn't much care what Lana wore, but it was such fun to dominate her friend-turned- lover. The new clothes were an experiment to see how far she could push her. Evidently, quite far.

Lana returned a few minutes later, looking sheepish. "Is this all right?" she asked.

Lana was wearing a cute little outfit. The snug white pullover was trimmed with pink and had a small teddy bear embroidered on the front.

It shaped itself flatteringly to her pert breasts and girlishly slender waist, and was just short enough to flash her navel. The matching pink mini was very wide and boldly short, with a big white belt. She wore sleek, white, elastic-topped stockings that came up over the knees and left the tops of her shapely legs bare. She was still wearing her multicolored cross-trainers.

Ruby giggled. The outfit took at least five years off Lana's appearance and made her look like a trendy teenager. A very hot teenager. "Hmmmmm, not bad, not bad at all," Ruby mused out loud. "But the shoes are all wrong. Too heavy. Go back into the bedroom and pull out the bag under the bed. Try those shoes. I bought them just for you!"

Lana made as if to say something, then changed her mind. She left the room. When she returned a moment later her cross-trainers had been replaced by little red sneakers, tied up with big white laces. "Perfect!" exclaimed Ruby, a little giddy. The drink she had just finished was not her first of the day. "Lana you look absolutely darling!"

"I look ridiculous," Lana groused. "Like an over-built fourteen-year old! Ruby I want to take this off now."

Ruby waved a hand. "Oh, you'll get used to it, stop complaining. Now, remember what we talked about? Turn around and let me see."

"Ruby! You're not serious!"

"Of course I am darling. Come on, you promised."

"But I was drunk! Oh, this isn't fair!" Nevertheless she turned around and lifted the hem of her pink microskirt. Her panties were satiny white.

Ruby made little clucking sounds of disapproval. "That's a no-no, Lana."

"But, but Ruby, this skirt is way too short already. I can't walk around without!"

"Sure you can. You can dress yourself when you go out. Maybe. Around the house" -- she lifted one leg and made little thrusting motions with the toe of her boot -- "I like to have access."

Lana's eyes fixed on the flexing boot. All remaining resistance seemed to leave her. Wordlessly, she reached down and wiggled out of her panties. They dropped around her cute red sneakers. She bent down very carefully and picked them up.

"Good girl," Ruby said approvingly. "Now why don't you come over here and polish my boots, OK?"

"Of course, Rube," said Lana, dropping to her white-clad knees. She began to rub her panties carefully over the boots, shining the lustrous material. "Mmmm. Wow," she whispered. "I can't get over how much this turns me on."

 

Several days later, Ruby was sitting comfortably in the big leather chair behind Mr. Legendre's desk, legs spread wide, while young Gladys busily cleaned her boots. At least, she had started out cleaning the boots. Her eager tongue action was now focused rather higher up Ruby's legs.

Ruby was wearing a red and white leather mini decorated with lots of bright zippers, most of which were undone to provide Gladys unhindered access. Her silvery, lace-topped stockings had bright red seams up the back. Ruby was a little sloshed, as she often was in the afternoons.

"Oooh, Gladys baby you're getting to be so good at this!" Ruby exclaimed, her head lolling against the deep leather chair back. "I think you'll go far in this co-co-company." Gladys made little mewling sounds of agreement, her mouth too busy for conversation. She was panting with excitement, and one hand was busy between her own legs.

Gladys was looking very fine too, in a figure-hugging, bright- patterned minidress that strained to cover her ample chest and didn't even try to cover her legs. Her nylons were dark and sleek, topped off by chunky red platform shoes. Over Mr. Legendre's feeble objections, Ruby had pretty much taken over Gladys's training. Her lessons included ensuring the young lovely always came to work dressed to kill. Gladys was an apt pupil, eager to do anything Ruby asked of her ever since she had begun cleaning and polishing her boots.

The door opened and Mr. Legendre brushed in, carrying a briefcase. "Ruby!" he began, "Have you got last week's sales totals? I thought you...." His voice died in his throat as he took in the vista before him, two beautiful woman engaged in intimate pleasuring behind his own desk. "Geezuz, Ruby, don't you ever stop?" Legendre said in a small voice.

For a long moment he just stood there, staring blankly, as Gladys continued her agile strokes. From Mr. Legendre's viewpoint the view was excellent. It included an eyeful of Gladys's deliciously round behind, decked out in lacy, feminine underthings, bared by her too- short dress as she leaned forward on her knees. She gave no sign of even being aware that Legendre was in the room.

Ruby looked up and brushed her hair out of her eyes. "Oh! Uh, hi, uh, Mr. Legendre. Me and Gladys were, uh, just, oh shit, just f-f- finishing." Her platform boot glistened as she slipped her leg up onto the arm of the chair.

Mr. Legendre found himself shuffling toward them, still staring. "Geezuz, Ruby," he said again.

With an effort, Ruby pushed Gladys away. The girl looked up at her, a happy, dazed look in her eyes. "Sorry, Mr. Legendre," Ruby said, "I've got those sales figures right here somewhere." She looked down to the tent in her boss's slacks. "Gladys, baby, why don't you take care of Mr. Legendre now."

Gladys murmured "Sure Ruby. Anything you want." She shuffled on her knees to where Legendre was standing beside the desk. He protested briefly as the blonde began to unzip him, but made no real effort to stop her. He was hard and ready, twitching in Gladys's small hands. But it was Ruby he stared at hotly while the other girl slipped him into her mouth and began to draw in and out. His briefcase thumped onto the carpet.

Ruby got to her feet smoothly and tugged down a few zippers. She was wearing a tight leather top, matching the miniskirt but low-cut enough to flash the black, lacy nothing she wore beneath. "Here, boss, why don't you sit down," she urged, gesturing toward his chair. Obediently he shuffled over to his chair and sat. Gladys whined like a kitten when she lost him for a moment. In a few seconds she was back between his legs, head bobbing rhythmically.

Ruby hopped up on Legendre's desk. "Mr. Legendre, I know you're awfully worried about this bank meeting," she said, leaning back on her hands. She lifted a long leg and began to stroke her boss's cheek with one red boot. Legendre was so well trained by now that he immediately began to lick and kiss it as it went by.

"Loan manager....old school.....conservative," mumbled Legendre, between kisses. "Doesn't like staff changes. Not in the business plan. Fuck I'm horny!" He bucked his hips to meet Gladys's strokes.

Ruby lifted her other boot to his lips. "What if," she said conversationally, "what if you had something new and different to show them? Like, for instance, a new partner?"

Legendre stopped sucking on her boot heel for a moment. He looked at her with glassy eyes. "Partner? Wha?"

"Me, silly. I could be a partner, couldn't I? Didn't you say that I was your top seller? And haven't we sold more units since I started than in all of last quarter? Hmmm?"

Legendre was close to climaxing. His breath was coming in panting spurts. "But, but, oh migod don't stop, that doesn't mean, uh, what? uh, doesn't mean you, you, unh! can be argh! a partnerrrrr!" His glasses slipped off his face. Ruby thrust a bootheel into his mouth like a soother. "Of course I can, Mr. Legendre. I'd be a great partner. You'd love it, I promise.

Look, I know exactly what we need to do. Gladys." She laid a hand on the built blonde's shoulder and gently extracted her from Legendre's member.

"...almost finished," she demurred.

"I know honey, but I'll finish for you. Here, you stand here and show Mr. Legendre what you bought yesterday, OK?"

Taking the cue, Gladys got to her feet. She unbuttoned the straining top buttons on her dress, letting her bounteous breasts pop into view just inches from Legendre's eyes. She was wearing a neon-pink push-up bra that thrust her tits up and out without actually covering anything. The perfect nipples jiggled temptingly. Ruby embraced her boss's shaft with her boots and began to stroke gently. "Now then, Mr. Legendre," she said softly. "Are you sure I can't be a partner? Go on, tell me why not."

Legendre gasped and tried to say something. Gladys simply leaned forward and pushed a boob into his mouth, silencing him. "I can't hear you, boss," Ruby said, stroking faster. "Are you absolutely sure I can't be a partner?"

"Mmmmph, youff, mmmmph, ah, wommph" was all that came from Legendre, as Gladys neatly guided his mouth from one tit to the other.

"Gee, I can't make out a word you're saying," Ruby teased. "I'll tell you what. You can come on my boots if you want. I know how much you like that. All you have to do is say 'partner', and I'll let you come, OK?" She slowed the pace of her stroking just a little.

Ruby's boss was bucking and groaning helplessly. "Awww!" he cried when Gladys let him go for a moment. "Please! I can't-- You're driving me crazy! Blubublbbb! He returned to sucking on the nearest breast.

"Come on, honey, you can say it. Go ahead. Don't you want to come?"

"Uuuungh!" cried Legendre incoherently, "Please! oh god, please..., please, pleeeease! Ohgod oh shit uhhhhhhh! please, ple-, pa-, unh, paa--, Paaaartner!"

"Good boy!" said Ruby. Immediately she began to boot-fuck him in earnest, stroking faster and faster up and down his blood-gorged rod. In a matter of moments he went over the edge. With a throaty groan he began to spurt hot spunk onto the toes of Ruby's crimson platform boots. It all slid off, to drop in white gobs onto the carpet.

"Doesn't that feel better now, partner?" Ruby asked.

Legendre looked up at her, slumped in his chair, his glasses askew. "Partner, you cheat," he said weakly.

The following Saturday morning found Ruby sitting on a pillow on her kitchen table, while Lana fussed about with things at her feet. "Honey, this is not going to work," she said, sipping on fresh- squeezed orange juice.

Lana looked up. "Sure it will. It's got to. Look, just because the boots somehow, you know, won't let us take them off, doesn't mean they can resist things like gravity, right?"

Ruby smiled indulgently. She was in too good a mood to interfere with Lana's latest attempt to take off her boots. After Ruby had officially become a partner in Legendre's business, the meeting with the bank loan officer had gone very well. Legendre was unaccountably nervous, given his long business experience, but a quick blow job from Ruby in the parking lot calmed him down a good deal.

She didn't have to do the banker though, and Ruby was privately disappointed. The man had been so impressed with the latest sales figures, not to mention Ruby's figure, that he had not only accepted the staff and management changes at Legendre's but also approved new financing for an expansion. Finally Legendre would be able to directly compete with Page's dealership, an opportunity he had wanted for years. Ruby had worn a svelte pink suit with a very abbreviated skirt to the meeting. She made it look like the distracting glimpses of her stocking-tops the banker kept getting were accidental.

"So how is this supposed to work?" Ruby asked. Spring had truly arrived, and she was wearing a light pullover and short-shorts along with her ever-present boots. Lana sported a striped top and an indecently brief denim mini, worn with yellow ankle socks and patent black maryjanes. Nothing underneath the skirt, of course.

Lana got to her feet, tugging down her hip-hugging skirt. "It's simple. Really. Look, I'll tie one end of these shoelaces to these weights." She indicated a pair of ten-pound dumbbells sitting on a chair. "Then I'll tie the other end to the zipper tabs. Then when I push the weights off the chair, they pull down the zippers, and voila!

Off come your boots. It's science in action!"

"I thought you failed science in high school."

"Don't be such a sceptic. This can't fail. It's just like in the movies, you know, where they pull a guy's tooth out by tying it to a string attached to a door and then slamming the door."

"I must be watching the wrong movies. All right, go ahead then."

"OK, you need to sit straight like this. That's right, with your boots straight up and down. Now, I'll tie the shoelaces to the dumbbells, like this... and the other one... and now we tie the other ends to the zipper tabs.... I have to get them through the little holes in the tabs. Hey, stop moving your leg."

"I didn't."

"You did too. I missed the hole. OK, this goes through here like...darn it, I keep missing. This goes through here, OK, now around, back through here...god I love this material. Ummmm."

"Lana, why are you using your tongue?"

"Hmmm? Oh, sorry. Got carried away. One more time. Now this goes through here, around this, back..., through...., over. Boy, this is tougher than I thought..." She bent over the boots, concentrating.

After a long silence Ruby said, "Are we all ready?"

Lana said nothing, still bent over Ruby's boots.

"Lana?"

The pretty girl looked up, sheepish. "Uh, Ruby, I, uh, I think we have a little problem."

"What's that?"

"Well, uhm, I think I tied my fingers together."

"What!" Lana straightened and Ruby looked down. Somehow, instead of tying the zipper tabs, Lana had tied the shoelaces into a series of complicated knots that wound tightly around the index fingers from each hand. Her fingers were bound together, still connected to the dumbbells.

"Lana, how in the world did you--" Ruby began, but then she erupted in an uncontrollable fit of laughter. Holding her sides, she rolled about, laughing helplessly, until she nearly fell off the table.

"Stop it Ruby!" Lana complained, red-faced. "This isn't funny! I'm stuck!"

Ruby sat up and wiped tears from her eyes. "Oh gosh if you could only see how foolish you look! Dependable as gravity. Science in action!"

And she was lost in another round of laughter. "Oh ho. Oh gosh, oh my," Ruby said, slowly composing herself.

Her petite friend just glared at her. "Aren't you going to get me out of this? I can't do anything with barbells tied to my fingers!"

Ruby looked at her, considering. "Naw, I don't think so," she said, slipping off the table. "You'll figure it out. Don't forget the grocery shopping this afternoon." She walked away, still giggling, leaving Lana to fume helplessly.

A few days later, Ruby was sitting in her own office, with her boot- clad feet up on the new desk. She was taking a break between customers. Sales were still brisk even with the noise of construction as workman put the finishing touches on the expanded showroom. She pulled a compact out of one of the drawers and inspected her make-up carefully.

Ruby knew she looked good in her tiger-print top and stretchy black mini, worn with fancy white stockings. The colour contrast emphasized the lace stocking-tops, designed to flash with every step she took in her tiny skirt and tall platform boots. She had proved to be a major distraction to the workmen. She had enjoyed three of them so far.

There was a polite knock on the door. A moment later Eric stepped into the small office. He was the youngest of the three salespeople, a handsome fellow who wore his hair short and favoured stylish double- breasted suits. He was also the only member of the staff that had not known Ruby intimately.

"You... you wanted to see me, Ruby?" he said, a slight hesitation in his voice. Perhaps Ruby's meteoric rise from door-opener to owner was making him diffident. Or maybe it was the fact that Ruby still had her feet up on the desk, affording him a perfect few up the length of her satin-wrapped legs and under the tight miniskirt.

Ruby smiled warmly. "Ah, yes, Eric. Thank you so much for dropping by." She moved her legs off the desk with deliberate slowness, first one, then the other, and got to her feet gracefully. Did Eric catch a glimpse of the junction of those perfect legs, and see that she was wearing no panties? Probably. His nervousness increased.

"Well, as you know, Eric," Ruby said, sidling toward him, "we are undergoing a major expansion here at Legendre's, to compete more successfully in a tight marketplace." The spandex miniskirt emphasized the back and forth sway of her hips as she walked. "We're also going to longer hours on Thursday and Friday evenings. Staying open saturdays. It's a big change, and to make it work we all have to work together."

Eric said, "Now Ruby, I know what you're leading up to, but I told Mr. Legendre already, I can't work any more extra hours. I need some time off!" His eyes kept slipping down to Ruby's booted legs.

"Of course. Of course you do," Ruby said reassuringly. "But Eric, you're the only one who hasn't agreed to some extra hours. The others are all doing their part. And we can't afford to hire more staff until we see how sales go. You understand, don't you?" She toyed with the little gold chain around her neck. The motion shifted Eric's attention from Ruby's legs to her cleavage, displayed to perfect advantage by the criss-cross top.

Eric looked more nervous than ever. "No, I can't work more hours. I just can't right now." He took a step backward and bumped into the door. "You see, I'm getting married in a few days--"

"Yes, I know," Ruby interrupted softly. "Congratulations. Your bride is a very lucky woman." She was giving Eric a fixed, smoky look that he was having trouble meeting.

He blushed at the compliment. "And, and, I would really like to spend some time with my wife! That's not so unusual is it? I mean, come on, give me a break here!"

"I think I'm almost jealous," Ruby whispered, taking another step toward him.

"What?" said Eric, caught off guard by the sudden turn of the conversation.

"Of your wife. She gets you all to herself. In just a few days. And every day after that. Wrapped in the arms of a warm, strong, loving man. A man who will bring her pleasure in bed and out. A man who knows how to satisfy a woman." She sidled forward relentlessly as she spoke. Now she was standing just inches in front of Eric, letting him feel the warmth of her body and smell her subtle perfume.

The salesman's eyes shifted back and forth like a trapped animal's. "Ruby, I don't think --" he began, just as Ruby leaned forward a little and drowned his protest in a kiss.

"Please don't deny me, Eric," Ruby husked, when she finally let him go. Her hands gripped the lapels of his jacket. She stroked his leg with one of hers. "This is my last chance. Before you're taken away forever. My last chance to know" -- she interrupted herself to kiss him firmly-- "the pleasure that an expert lover can bring."

Eric was groping for control, like a man about to tumble on a sheet of ice. "Ruby I.... Please don't.... no, you don't under...." She smothered every protest with her lips, and as the kisses grew longer, and hotter, his cries grew weaker. Still holding him by the lapels, Ruby pressed herself insistently against him, her tongue darting about his mouth while her hips undulated smoothly and demandingly against his groin. She could feel his hardness straining his pants.

Eric's back was against the door. He put his hands on Ruby's waist, perhaps to push her away. Instead they started to slip around her back. When their lips separated a quarter inch Eric made one final attempt to object but all that came out was a silent gulp as his zipper came down. Ruby's red-nailed fingers began working magic in his underwear. Eric's knees went weak. Still clinched together, the groaning couple slid heavily down the wall and onto the carpet. "I need you, Eric," Ruby whispered, hiking up her short skirt to sit astride him. She had his cock out. She guided it upward with one hand as she lowered herself onto him.

Forty-eight hours before his wedding day, Eric and Ruby fucked energetically on the floor of her office while the bustle of an ordinary business day went on outside. The beautiful, boot-clad brunette rode him enthusiastically, horny and happy, occasionally bending forward to kiss him all around the face and neck and to whisper in his ear how much the dealership needed him. Eric bucked and groaned and gasped until he couldn't hold back any longer and he shot his load up into her.

When his ejaculation had subsided to a few twitches, Ruby pulled out and knelt beside him and carefully licked him clean. By the time she was finished he was responding again. Ruby used her mouth to bring him to full hardness before he rolled over on top of her for another go at it. 

Ruby wrapped her legs around his back, her gleaming bootheels pointing at the ceiling, and urged him on like a racehorse. This time she got her own orgasm just before he got his.

She let him rest on the carpet for a few minutes after their second fuck, then she again began to lick and fondle his cock and balls, taking her time, letting him wallow in the sweet sensations. "We need you, Eric," she whispered, as if his shaft was a microphone. "I need you. Please, you can do a little more. For me."

Eric's suit was a mess and his tie was gone. "No, wait, Ruby, I...I can't. No more..." It wasn't clear whether he was talking about working late or more sex.

"Oh, but baby, you have too!" Ruby pouted, between licks and kisses. "I know you can. I need you so much. You're so good! Here, I bet this will help." She swung around so she was sitting beside him, then slipped her feet over his lap. She began to stroke him gently between her boots.

Eric wouldn't have thought it possible, but he was rising again. "Ruby, what... what are you doing?" he gasped as his hardness returned. "oh dear god...."

"I knew you could do it," Ruby cooed in his ear. She slipped over on top of him, and the warm, inviting wetness of her pussy enveloped him a third time.

Some twenty minutes later they were both lying on the floor, breathing deeply, a tangle of arms and legs. Languidly, Ruby raised herself up on one elbow, fondly regarding Eric as he lay on the deep carpet, nearly asleep. She bent down to whisper in his ear. "Eric, honey." She paused to lick his earlobe. "You won't mind working just a little bit of extra time, will you? A few evenings? Just for me?"

Eric's eyes were half closed. "Evenin's," he murmured. "OK"

"And Saturdays?"

"Sure. Saturdays. Whatever..." He was smiling.

Ruby was smiling too as she got up and began to fix her clothing.


IV. Merger Mania
Ruby was smiling again later that week as she strolled down the street, returning from a very wet lunch with Lana. She dangled her purse on the end of one finger, swinging it back and forth. Ruby looked dazzling in a shiny, red-gold jacket and skirt outfit. There was a big, half-undone zipper on the bomber-style jacket and another on the skirt. The skirt was snug, and very short, of course, making the most of Ruby's shapely legs and super-sexy red boots.

A man went by, and like every other man she had met on the street, he turned to gawk as Ruby walked away. Timing it carefully, Ruby pretended to drop her purse, then bent over from the waist to retrieve it. She heard a thump and then an exclamation as the man walked into a lamppost. Ruby giggled and sauntered on her way without looking back.

Lunch with Lana had been fun. The girl had been complaining that ever since Ruby had started making her dress in her hot-schoolgirl look to work, including the absence of panties, her supervisor had been coming on to her. Ruby let her grouse long enough to get a few drinks into her, then silenced the issue in her usual way, by giving Lana a foot- job underneath the table. Since Lana was wearing a mini-length kilt with kneesocks and no undies, there was absolutely nothing to block Ruby's aggression.

In a few minutes Lana was gasping and panting openly. She protested, or tried to, that the waiter would hear them, but Ruby didn't care. Ruby had already "negotiated" an agreement with the restaurant's owner. Now Lana could dance nude on the table top and no one would comment.

Lana's twin ponytails flew this way and that as Ruby worked her toward her peak. The pretty girl's hair was tied up in bright yellow ribbons that matched her kneesocks and her yellow, half-length sweater. She came loudly a few moments later and nearly spilled her wine.

Ruby looked down and contemplated her boots as she walked along, perched on her two-inch platforms with the high heels that should have hurt her feet but didn't. The boots looked as shiny and new as the day she put them on. Ruby's life had changed remarkably in the last little while. She couldn't shake the feeling that it was somehow all connected to the boots, though she had no idea how. Things were just going so splendidly. A few weeks ago she had a nowhere job as an entry-level receptionist. Now here she was, a partner in one of the biggest, upscale auto dealerships in the city. Her sales job was more fun than work, she had every man, and woman, in the place wrapped around her little finger, and she was making money big time.

With the added income, Ruby could afford to move into a spacious new apartment in the tony part of town. She shared the flat with Lana, who did most of the moving and all of the housework. Ruby was driving to work now too, in a variety of expensive new automobiles that she changed from day to day like clothing. Mr. Legendre had initially resisted the idea of letting Ruby "test drive" the showroom cars so she could "get to know the product from the buyer's perspective", but he came around soon enough. Ruby had had her hand, her lips and eventually herself around his cock while they discussed it.

Ah, more sex. Oh boy, was she having sex. Anytime, anywhere, with anybody she wanted. And she wanted it all the time. Ruby had hardly been a wall flower before, but now her own libido astonished her. She chuckled as she remembered the evening that Lana had come into her bedroom, bearing Ruby's usual after-work drink on a little tray, to find Ruby on all fours across the bed, buck naked except for her boots, giving eager head to a handsome young man while his friend thrust into her from behind. The guys were students at the local university or something. Ruby had picked them up impulsively in a video store on the way home from work. They had already finished the other way around.

Surprised by the intrusion, both boys froze, and for a moment Ruby lost her lollipop. She looked up. Lana was wearing her teen-age maid uniform that Ruby had picked out for her, a baby-blue little thing worn with white lace stay-ups and baby-blue platform sandals. "Lana, don't just stand there gawking," Ruby said irritably, "fetch something to drink for my friends. And put another couple of plates on for dinner."

"Yes, of course Ruby," Lana said obediently. She shuffled across the room and set the drink on a bedside table, bending very carefully to avoid revealing that she was bare beneath the too-short uniform.

Ruby shook her head in amusement. Poor Lana. It was such fun to push her little friend around. Now that the girl had grown accustomed to taking orders, Ruby was contemplating telling her to stop resisting her boss's advances. Just for the heck of it. She didn't want Lana to lose her job though. The extra income was handy.

At length Ruby arrived back at Legendre's. Gladys was at the reception desk, carefully examining her golden hair in a hand mirror. She looked up and smiled. "Hi Ruby! How was lunch?" The busty young girl looked totally hot in a tight-fitting red and black minidress, black nylons, and block-heeled, red velvet sandals.

"Lunch was good," Ruby said. "I drank too much. By the way I love what you're wearing. Anything on for this afternoon?"

"Hmmmm? Oh, yes, let me see." The cute blonde brushed aside a pile of cosmetics that littered her desk and removed a couple of trendy fashion magazines. At length she found the day book. "OK, Tim has a customer coming for a repeat visit at two this afternoon and he wants you to help him close. Eric has one at about three-fifteen and, oh, I almost forgot. The boss wants to see you right away. He says it's important."

"He's not the boss, he's my partner," Ruby corrected her. She spied Robert across the showroom and gave him a meaningful look. "Tell Mr. Legendre I'll see him a bit later. I have some things to do first." Ruby was in the mood for a little dalliance.

"Sure Ruby, anything you say," Gladys said. "Uhm, say, do you want me to..., you know..." She gave Ruby a wistful, pleading look. Her eyes darted down to Ruby's gleaming boots.

"Maybe later," Ruby replied. She turned and strode off to find Robert. Boot polishing could wait. Right now she needed a man.

As it turned out, it was several men, several hours and a couple more good sales before Ruby finally stumbled into Legendre's office. She had spent a few minutes fixing her make-up and straightening her hair.

Maybe she shouldn't have had all that celebratory champagne, but what the heck. "You wanted t' see me, pardner?" Ruby cooed, shuffling across the carpeted office in her sexy platform heels. Without asking she slipped onto the arm of his chair and threw her legs across his lap.

"For heaven's sake Ruby," Legendre said, trying to sound irritated. "Have you been drinking again?" Nevertheless he had already started stroking and fondling Ruby's boot-wrapped legs.

Ruby planted little kisses on his cheek. "Drinking? Hmmmm, maybe little bit. Zat so bad?" She guided his hand up her leg. "I was jus' celebrating. We sold 'nother couple cars." She tossed the sales sheets on his desk.

Legendre was fighting a hopeless battle to resist Ruby's charms. "Honey, that's great, really, but mmmph." She kissed him warmly. "Please, Ruby, this is important," he pleaded, when she let him go.

"Really. Whuz so 'portant?" the red-booted beauty murmured, deftly removing his tie. She found the button that reclined his overstuffed chair to the full horizontal position.

Somehow Legendre found himself with Ruby half lying on top of him, her expert hand sneaking down to open his fly. "I, I got a phone call today," he said.

Ruby kissed his cheek. "Tha's nice," she said, working on his belt buckle.

"It was from Page."

That got her attention. She sat up. "You mean..."

"Yes. That Page. The man who's been robbing me blind all these years. He wanted to have a meeting. He suggested some sort of business deal. All very mysterious. Ruby, I've known this man for fifteen years and he has never called me like this before. Something's up."

"What do you think it means?"

"I don't know. I've never trusted that man, and not just because he's my competitor. Page is an ass. A secure ass. He thinks he can push me out of the market with his big showroom and fancy advertising. But we're not being pushed around any more!" He stroked Ruby's nyloned thigh, just below the hem of her bright gold mini. "Thanks to you."

Ruby smiled at him fondly. For a paunchy, middle-aged man he was a remarkably good lay. "Where's the meeting?" she asked.

"At Le Papillon D'Or, that fancy French restaurant uptown. You know it? Tomorrow night at seven."

"Hmmmmm, not much lead time. We'd better discuss strategy." She wiggled her bum happily as Legendre's hand disappeared underneath her skirt. "But first, I think we'd better take care of this!" She cupped his obvious erection through his pants.

Legendre groaned. "Definitely!" he cried.

It was quite some while before they got around to discussing strategy.

 

Page was already waiting for them when they arrived at the restaurant Friday evening. The maitre'd barely noticed Legendre, so intent was his attention to his companion. Ruby was wearing her boot-inspired version of the little black dress. It was short, tight, and sleeveless, designed to hide nothing of her splendid figure, but to present it all in the most alluring manner possible. The thigh-riding hemline displayed every inch of her shapely legs, decked out in shiny, pink-tinged nylons above the slick boots. The neckline was scooped just low enough to make men forget what they were saying. But instead of black, Ruby's dress was the same bright, liquid crimson as her knee-high boots.

Their entrance to the restaurant was an event. There wasn't a man in the place who didn't notice the leggy, curvy brunette in the stretchy dress and stratospheric platform boots. Heads turned to stare as Ruby went by. A waiter nearly dropped a bottle of wine. The atmosphere of the whole restaurant abruptly took on a subtle charge of sexual electricity.

Page was waiting at a discrete corner table in the back. He rose to greet them. Page was a small, sinewy man a few years older than Legendre and with even less hair. But his eyes were alive with intelligence. He carried himself with a crisp, almost military air. Unlike Legendre, he looked at ease in his dinner jacket and tie. Ruby's partner had been so nervous that Ruby decided to give him a bit of head in the car on the way over. She refused to let him climax though, because she wanted him to keep his edge during the meeting with Page.

Page politely introduced himself, and his wife, an elegant woman in a long, turquoise gown. "And this is?" Page asked, turning to Ruby.

"This is Ruby," Legendre said. "My top seller. And my partner."

"Delighted," Page said, shaking Ruby's hand while covertly eyeing her chest. "If you don't mind me asking, Legendre, what happened to Claris?"

Legendre scowled. "Claris is at home, with the kids," he said. "She maintains that working over dinner is uncivilized. Ruby is my business partner."

"A pleasure to meet you, Ruby," Page's wife said, adroitly covering her husband's faux pas, "And by the way, you look stunning in that dress."

They sat then and ordered dinner, along with a bottle of good wine. It soon became obvious that Page had a little difficulty accepting that a sexy young thing like Ruby could possibly be a partner in a large automobile dealership. Ruby decided to play up his perception. She made flirty, girlish conversation throughout dinner. It also became obvious that Page's wife was very much a part of Page's business. More than once she gently interrupted her husband to remind him of some important detail, or to politely smooth over his more blunt assertions.

Ruby made it her business to make sure that everybody enjoyed the wine. She was successful enough that they finished a second bottle before desert. She was sitting back from the table, knees crossed fetchingly, when she noticed a distinguished man at another table scanning her legs. Ruby had enjoyed a bit of wine herself. She blew the man a kiss.

"You friends with the mayor?" Page said. He was looking at her quizzically.

Ruby improvised. "Oh, my goodness yes. We go way back." She sipped her wine, leaving lipstick on the glass.

"I think I need to freshen up a little," Page's wife said. She rose from the table.

Ruby said, "I'll go with you."

"Gracious me, dear, wherever did you get that dress!" said Page's wife when they arrived in the washroom. "And those boots. They're positively gorgeous! I confess I've had trouble keeping my eyes off them."

"Thank you. I'm very fond of these boots. But I think I may have a grain of sand inside the left one. I need to slip it off for a moment. Will you give me a hand?" Abruptly she lifted one leg and planted her foot on the sink counter between them. The other woman started for a moment, surprised by the bold action.

"Well, I, uh, certainly my dear. But, what...I mean where is the zipper?"

"Right there." Ruby pointed. "They're embedded in the fabric. Just pull it down for me, won't you."

"Oh yes, I see. My isn't that clever. Let me..." She reached for the zipper tab but instead began stroking the boot shank. "Such lovely material" she said softly.

"Isn't it, though," said Ruby. "I just love that rich, red glow."

"Yes..." said Page's wife in a distant voice. Abruptly she stopped stroking. "Oh, yes, the zipper." She made four more grabs for the zipper tab but always fell short.

"Is there a problem?" Ruby asked.

"It... uh, it appears to be.... stuck...or, or something. The woman looked confused. She kept trying to reach the zipper tab, but only succeeded in fondling Ruby's gleaming boot. "Why can't I..."

"Try using both hands," Ruby supplied. Page's wife did, and a few minutes later she was looking very flushed as she ran her fingers lovingly up and down the boot shank. "Such lovely boots," she said dreamily.

"Well, we're not getting anywhere, are we," Ruby said decisively. She put her foot down and took the other woman by the arm. "Let's try in here."

Giving Page's wife no time to protest, Ruby led her to a toilet stall, sat her on the seat and closed the door. "OK, now try," she said. The older woman's gown had a slit up the middle. Ruby boldly planted her foot on the toilet seat, between her legs. Suddenly Page's wife found herself with Ruby towering over her, the toe of her boot a few inches from her pubes. She had a clear view up Ruby's leg and under her super-short dress, to where her underwear should have been. As usual, Ruby's pantyhose was open at the crotch.

"Ruby, I, I don't think..." the woman tried to protest.

"Please, the zipper."

Gamely, Page's wife kept trying to grab the zipper. Soon both women were breathing hard. Ruby slid her foot forward, a little at a time, until the toe of her platform boot rested against the older woman's panties. She began to stoke gently, up and down. Page's wife leaned forward and embraced Ruby's leg, as shudders of arousal washed over her.

"Oh gracious! What.... what's happening!" she cried, bewildered.

Ruby said: "Something wonderful. We're getting all turned on by each other." She was working to keep her own arousal in check.

"But that's not possible!"

"Sure, sure it is. Look, you're all wet." She deliberately ground her boot toe in the other woman's panties, eliciting a surprised gasp.

Then, leaning against one wall for support, she lifted her boot to the other woman's face. "You got my boot wet."

She stared at the crimson boot, mesmerized. "No, I was just... you said.... the zipper...."

"Don't you think you'd better clean that off?" Ruby said. Without waiting for an answer she pushed the toe of her boot between the other woman's lips. Page's wife hesitated only a moment. Her lips seemed to begin kissing of their own will. A second later her tongue darted out and began eagerly licking. She raised her hands to hold the boot like a chalice.

"Mmmmmm, that's very good, baby," Ruby murmured after a few minutes. "But let's do it right. Abruptly she put her foot down, pulled Page's wife to her feet, and sat down herself. "Now clean it all," she commanded, lifting her boot back up again. With a groan of confused lust the other woman began lapping and kissing in earnest, holding up Ruby's leg with both hands. Her eyes were glassy. Ruby lifted her other leg and inserted it into the slit in her friend's gown, using her toe to tease along her nether lips. She could tell Page's wife was close to orgasm.

Ruby pulled her boots away and sat up. Page's wife rocked a little, looking stunned. "You're overdressed," Ruby pronounced. She leaned forward and reached up under her gown, pulling down panties and pantyhose in one swift tug. Page's wife stepped out of her shoes, as instructed, and Ruby pulled off her under things and tossed them away.

 

"Now come on down here."

The older woman dropped loosely to her knees. Ruby guided her hands and lips up her legs, until her mouth found the little slit in Ruby's shiny pink nylons that revealed her pussy. Ruby came loudly a few seconds later.

When she was finished they reversed positions and Ruby brought Page's wife to a brilliant climax with her bootheel. Ruby wanted to be sure that the other woman was completely satiated, so she brought her to orgasm twice more, once by rubbing her boots along her chest, once by letting her sit on the toilet and play with herself while she sucked and licked at Ruby's raised boot.

When they were finally finished and calmed down enough to return to the restaurant, Ruby helped Page's wife freshen up and straighten her hair. She had to be reminded to put her shoes back on. Ruby didn't remind her about her panties. As they left the washroom, Ruby, with one hand on her new lover's back to steady her, whispered in her ear. "Honey, will you do me a favor?"

"Anything, Ruby." said Page's wife. She looked dazed.

"When we get back to the table, I want you to keep one hand on your wine glass. Don't let go until we leave. Put your other hand in your pussy and play with yourself, real slow. Will you do that for me?"

"But why...."

"Never mind, dear, just enjoy yourself."

The two women returned to the table to find Page and Legendre arguing about what constituted unfair advertising. "What kept you?" Page asked, looking at his wife curiously.

"Oh, girl troubles," she replied with a giggle. She sat down beside her husband and rested a hand lightly on her wine glass. With her other hand she put her napkin in her lap. Her hand stayed there.

Legendre said, "Well, now that dinner's over and we're all here, maybe you can tell me what this is all about, Page."

Page frowned. "It's about business, Legendre. My business. And yours. Look, I'll tell you how it is. You've been giving me tough competition for years. I accepted that, but you were never a real threat to my profit margin. No, hold on, let me finish. But this expansion of mine has spread my resources very thin. Maybe I overextended myself a little. It seemed like a reasonable risk to take at the time, since I was certain I could divert some of the high end business away from you and some of the small fry. We were looking good there for a while. Admit it, I had you worried."

"A trifle," Legendre conceded.

Page laughed bitterly. "Well, that didn't last. All of a sudden you started selling cars like there was no tomorrow. I couldn't believe it. I've been losing customers left right and centre. Advertising didn't help. Special deals didn't help. Don't think I don't know that you're watching me, Legendre. Your expansion matched my expansion. You're financing packages are almost the same as mine. So why are you selling so many more cars?"

Legendre smiled. "I'll be honest with you. It had very little to do with me. The real impetus came from my new partner, Ruby."

Page looked across the table, shocked. Ruby winked at him.

"Is this for real?" Page demanded. "Are you really that successful? What's your secret?"

Ruby said, "It's all a matter of product promotion. We try to present our product as attractively as possible, and then ensure all our customers are... satisfied." She reached for the bottle to refill wine glasses. Page's wife smiled blankly, her hand moving slowly beneath the table.

Legendre said to Page: "Let's not get sidetracked by sales techniques. I have a feeling you were leading up to something."

"Hmmm?" muttered Page, turning his attention away from Legendre's lovely partner. "Oh, yes, I was indeed. Listen Legendre, we have been fighting like two bull elephants over territory for ten years or more now, and it's never gotten either of us anywhere. Maybe it's time we put an end to it. We both sell the same cars. We both draw on the same customer base. Why don't we try working together instead of competing?"

Legendre failed to conceal his surprise. "Page, are you... are you talking about a merger?"

"That's exactly what I'm talking about. Think about it. It makes sense. Page-Legendre MotorWorks. Or something like that. Two showrooms. Two locations. One management, shared market. Bigger profits for both of us."

Legendre stared into his wine glass for a long time, as if seeking inspiration there. "Suppose I was interested," he said finally. "Hypothetically. Just what kind of arrangement did you have in mind?"

The conversation diverted into an animated argument about the exact terms of the business deal and Ruby's attention wandered. Men, she thought, smiling. So predictable. Proud Mr. Page pretended he wasn't concerned about the sudden growth at Legendre's, but anyone could see he was lying. Legendre, cautious as ever, didn't realize he had the upper hand and so wasn't being aggressive enough to push for a good deal.

Page's wife made a little happy grunt and sipped her wine. Her face was flushed and a lock of hair had fallen across her eyes. Ruby refilled her glass and watched the slow, rhythmic movements of her left arm, the hand invisible beneath the table.

This part of her plan was working to perfection. To make her hand on the wine glass look natural, Page's wife was sipping Bordeaux constantly. By now she was contentedly sloshed. Her other hand provided delightful distraction and kept the adventure with Ruby in the washroom fresh in her mind. The combination effectively removed the woman from making any contribution to the discussion.

Ruby smiled. Now for the main event.

She tuned the men back in again to find them arguing loudly about how the new business would be owned. Neither of them, Ruby saw at once, wanted to cede control to the other. "Boys," Ruby interrupted gently,

"I have an idea."

Both men turned in surprise, their bickering abruptly silenced. "It seems to me," the brown-haired beauty said, getting to her feet, "that you boys have a very simple problem." She made a show of smoothing down her slinky minidress. Two pairs of eyes followed the path of her hands. "Why don't you let me help you out?" She rounded the table to the side where Page and Legendre were sitting, giving them plenty of time to admire the long length of perfect legs displayed so fetchingly by the super-short dress and tall, slick boots. She caught the mayor staring from his table, and winked.

Ruby pulled a small chair from the wall. She sat down at the corner of the table, within easy reach of both Page and Legendre, but screened by the table from the rest of the restaurant. Both men kept eyeing her legs. "You see, dearhearts," Ruby said condescendingly, "both of you boys have worked sooo hard on your own little dealerships, you don't want the other one to ruin it. You keep pretending you can have a big, merged dealership and still have everything your own way." She shook her head and made little "tsk-tsk" sounds. Page's wife moaned suddenly but neither man noticed.

At last Page managed to tear his eyes away from Ruby's glimmering nylons. "Look, um Miss, um, Ruby, I don't think you quite understand-- "

"Oh but of course I understand, sweetheart," Ruby cooed. She leaned toward him earnestly, letting him have an unrestricted eyeful of her cleavage. Her ample breasts threatened to fall out of the low-scooped front of her dress. "Don't forget I'm a partner here too. Now really, 60-40, is that fair?" she asked, referring to Page's latest offer.

Page rallied gamely. "Well, it was, I mean, uhm, considering everything, it seemed, uh, fair...." Ruby's sultry face was poised just inches from his. Her clingy dress emphasized the curvaceous abundance of her figure. "Uh... yes, I, uh, maybe..., uhm, fair," Page mumbled, as Ruby began to rub his leg with the toe of one boot.

"Oh, Mr. Page", Ruby pouted, like a child denied a lollipop, "you're such a hard man." As she spoke, one delicate hand snaked out and caressed his cock through his pants.

Page jumped like he had been stung. He was nice and firm, Ruby discovered, as she stroked him lazily up and down. With other people all around him, Page clearly had no idea what to do. He looked nervously over at his wife, but she just smiled vacantly, eyes half closed. More hair had fallen across her face but she had no free hand to brush it away. She took a healthy drink of wine and spilled some down her chin. She tried to wipe it up with the back of her hand, still holding the wineglass, and spilled more down the front of her expensive gown. She giggled.

Legendre spoke up. "Ruby, you said you had an idea. I'd like to hear it."

"Why of course, partner," Ruby said softly, still fondling Page beneath the table. She leaned forward a little in her seat and neatly slid her free hand into Legendre's lap.

"Uh, Ruby, I, I don't think..." he tried to protest, but her hand was already busy, lovingly stroking his rapidly stiffening member. He made no real move to stop her. Ruby smiled inwardly: Legendre was so well trained.

"Don't think, honey. Just listen. I have the answer to all your problems. Of course a joint dealership is a good idea. We all agree on that, right?" She put a little extra pressure on both hands. Both men grunted something that might have been agreement.

"But the trouble is you boys can't agree on anything. You'll be fighting all the time, just like little boys. So what you need is a go-between, you know? Like, a third party that can, gee, what's the word, arbitrate, right? Oh, Mr. Page, pour us some more wine, won't you?" Her request diverted Page's attempt to remove her hand from his trousers. While he was engaged Ruby deftly undid the buttons on his fly. Her hand slipped inside and he spilled wine.

Legendre was breathing hard. "What... what do you mean?"

"I mean, it's really simple, boys. We'll split the shares three ways.

Thirty-three percent for you" -- she squeezed Legendre's cock teasingly -- "and thirty-three percent for you." Page let out a little yelp in spite of himself. His wife was panting drunkenly, but he hardly noticed. "And I'd be the arbitrator," Ruby finished brightly, "so I'd get the rest. Let's see, that's what, thirty-four percent."

Page was the first to object. "Wh-wait a minute!" he cried, "Th-that would make you the s-senior partner! You'd have special voting rights, and... and... ahhhh." His protest became garbled as the boot- clad vixen played her fingers along his flute. She leaned toward him intently, her eyes hot. "Mr. Page," she husked, "you look soooo sexy in a tux!" She kissed him fervorently. "I'd only get one percent more," she whispered when their lips finally separated. "That's not so much, is it?"

Page's eyes were glassy. "I... I, well, I guess..." he stammered.

Ruby was pumping both men in earnest now, barely bothering to conceal her actions. "How about you, Mr. Legendre? You don't have any objections to this arrangement, do you?" She stopped stoking him just long enough to guide his right hand onto her nylon-gilt leg, just below the hem of her micro-mini.

"Wait, wait, Ruby, this isn't fair. I, I can't think, I --- oh shit those legs!"

Ruby returned her hand to his crotch. "Oh, there's nothing to think about, darling," she reassured him gently, sliding down his zipper for better access. "It's perfectly simple. And we'll all make lots of money. Isn't that right, Mr. Page?"

"Wha? Uh, yeah, ungh, make, make lots of m-m-money. Oh please, wait, don't, don't stop!"

Ruby paused just long enough to lead Page's hand to her other thigh. Then she returned to pumping both men in unison. Her hands were thrusting up and down like pistons on both sides. Page's wife made an animal sound and knocked over her wine glass. She put both hands into her lap and ground her hips upward.

"So we're all agreed then!" said Ruby triumphantly. She was getting a little distracted herself from the hands under her red dress. "We'll split the shares 33-33-34. And we'll call the new dealership "Ruby's"! All those in favor speak now."

Legendre's head rolled backward. "Oh yes! oh god yes yes yes!" he cried, his hips bucking. He came violently into his underwear.

Page tried to say something, but Ruby had timed him well. All that came out was "Wai... wa.... waaa... ungh! ungh! ungh!" as he too went over the top, convulsing in climactic spasms in his chair. His wife came too a moment later. She bent forward at the waist, her eyes closed, grunting gutturally with each sharp, staccato burst of pleasure, shaking the table so hard the cutlery rattled.

Ruby smiled in satisfaction. Her hands ached. Delicately she extracted the men's hands from beneath her dress and began to clean her fingers on a napkin. A waiter came by then, perhaps attracted by the commotion. He took in the sight: the two sighing men, the obviously smashed, wine-stained older woman, the overturned glasses on the table. His eyes lingered on Ruby, looking composed and super-sexy in her figure-hugging red minidress and shiny platform boots. "Hi," she said. She favored him with a smile like a warming oven. "I think we're about ready for desert."


BEAUTY AND THE BOOTS
By Downing Street
V. Epilogue
The afternoon sun was warm and soothing on Ruby's bare back as she lay on her apartment balcony, sipping a cooling drink. "Just a little lower please," she instructed Lana, "a little more, ah! right there." Ruby was lying on a padded deck chair, splendidly naked but for her tall red boots, and Lana was standing beside her, massaging her back lovingly. Lana sported the short blue maid's uniform she wore all the time now when she wasn't at work. Her over-the-knee stockings were sheer white, but her girlish platform slides had neon-bright colored stripes. The gentle breeze kept lifting the skirt, tickling Lana's bare behind.

"Would you like some more lotion?" Lana asked, pausing to pull down her skirt. A futile effort.

"No, that's fine for now. Mmmmmm, honey you're getting good at this. That course really paid off. Say, are there any messages for me?"

Lana switched to rubbing Ruby's shoulders. "A couple. Let's see now.

Mr. Page called again. He wants to know when you'll let his wife make love to him."

Ruby yawned. "Maybe next week. He still hasn't got those new sales projections done."

"And the mayor called, twice. He wants to take you out again."

Ruby sipped her drink. "Such a nice man," she said dreamily. "I think the dealership may get an easement on our muni taxes." She settled her cheek more comfortably into the deep pillow.

There was silence for a little while. Ruby began idly swinging one foot in the air. "I guess I shouldn't complain," she said at last. "These boots really are wonderful. You know, I think they've completely changed me, somehow. But it would still be nice to take them off, at least occasionally."

"Maybe you don't need to take them off. They look marvellous, and you said yourself they don't hurt your feet."

"Yes, but, what if I want to go to the beach? I can't wear boots there."

"Honey you never go to the beach, remember? It's boring and you can't swim."

"OK, but come on, that was just an example. What if, oh I don't know, what if I decided to go hiking or take up tennis. There's lots of times when boots just won't do."

"Hey, stop this, baby, you'll make yourself all tense again. Look, Ruby you know there is like zero chance of you ever taking up things like hiking. Face it, you're a city girl." She began working on Ruby's thighs. "Besides, you still like your boots, don't you?"

"Mmmmm, I love them."

"And they're still comfortable, aren't they?"

"Exquisitely."

"Well then, there you go. Maybe these boots really are magic or something. Oh, that reminds me." She wiped her hands on a cloth and shuffled back into the apartment, accidentally flashing her bare bottom as she went.

She returned a few moments later with a newspaper in one hand and a glass in the other. "There was something in the paper today that I thought might interest you. Oh, here, I brought you a fresh drink."

She flipped through the paper until she found what she was looking for. She began reading out loud. The article was entitled "Whatever Happened to Scarlett Doulini?"

"Today marks the third anniversary of the disappearance of Scarlett Doulini, one of our town's most successful and flamboyant citizens. The popular widow of the late stage magician Dominic "The Great" Doulini, Scarlett Doulini was for years a goliath in the city business community, controlling enterprises ranging from hotels and restaurants to movie theatres and clothing stores. The extent of her personal wealth was a closely guarded secret, but most observers estimate she was one of the richest women in the city, if not the whole tri-state area."

"At the height of her popularity and success, Scarlett Doulini suddenly announced that she was withdrawing from the limelight to 'live a private life.' She transferred all her business holdings to a blind trust and disappeared, saying only that she 'might open a little shop somewhere.' She has not been seen in public since."

"Before her disappearance, Scarlett Doulini was as well known for her lifestyle and the company she kept as for her financial success. A strikingly beautiful woman, she apparently had many lovers, including, rumors have it, CEO's of five major corporations, two former city mayors and at least one prominent judge. Mrs. Doulini was a fashion icon, always showing the latest and best fashions, and wearing them well. Yet she earned the nickname "boots" for the flashy red boots she so often wore to --"

Ruby sat up and tore the newspaper from Lana's hands. "I would have given it to you," the girl demurred.

Ruby scanned the article quickly. There were several pictures. "Lana, that's it!" she almost shouted. "Scarlett Doulini. I know where she is! These were her boots! She can tell me how to get them off!"

"Um, Ruby, are you sure..."

"Lana, don't just stand there, find my car keys. I have to get dressed."

An hour later, Ruby was strolling along Sullivan Street, turning heads in a tight, white sweater and skimpy red shorts, feeling happier than she had ever been. Remarkable how her life could change so much in -- was it only four months? Here she was, at 22 the senior partner and top salesperson in the biggest, most successful auto dealership in the city. Business was booming, and there were easy prospects for expanding into other arenas. The next step might be retail clothing: Lana's manager, the franchise owner as it turned out, would certainly be willing to consider concessions in return for continued access to Lana's charms. Ruby was certain she could sweet-talk the major into a nice tax break.

Ruby looked down at her glistening red boots with the towering platform heels. The boots she couldn't take off. The boots that made her look great. The boots that made her feel zestful, confident, sexy... and horny.

That was the best part. She couldn't seem to get enough sex now. A few months ago she might have tentatively moved toward bed with a promising man after several dates. Now it seemed she was fucking everybody in sight. Men worshipped her; women couldn't resist her. She winked at a man driving by on the street and he nearly had an accident. Ruby laughed with unabashed delight. At last she came to the second-hand shop where it all began. Where she would finally get to say "Thank you!" to Mrs. Scarlett Doulini.

She looked in the window. The shop was empty. The racks of clothing were gone and the interior was dark and deserted. A "For Lease" sign hung crookedly on the door.

Ruby tried the doorknob. It was unlocked. She stepped inside. Her bootheels clicked on bare concrete. A few coat hangers littered the floor. Empty boxes were stacked in one corner.

Ruby looked around the empty shop, her heart heavy. "You disappeared again," she said quietly. "All I wanted to do was say thank you." Her gaze fell on a scrap of paper lying on the floor. She bent over and picked it up, held it up in the light from the window. It looked like a business card. But all it said, in big, red, flowing letters was:

"YOU'RE WELCOME."

Ruby's smile returned. Mrs. Doulini, a magician's wife. But then another thought occurred to her. Without Scarlett's help, how would she ever get the boots off? She turned the card over. On the other side, in the same cursive script, it said:

"WHEN YOU GIVE THEM TO SOMEONE ELSE."

Ruby began to laugh. She laughed loud and long and carefree. She was still laughing when she tossed the card away and walked out the door, her tall red boots gleaming in the summer sunshine.