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.
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.
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 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 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 . "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 . 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 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."