The Risk of Impulse Buying.......part two

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."
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.

i2