FHS Two

Connie Benedict delicately moved her stocking feet to carefully position her fuchsia pumps neatly under her chair while she ate her soup in the break room.  Lightly touching her high heels with her toes convinced her that she could slip the shoes on at moments notice if needed.  Connie then extended her sleek legs under the table, crossed ankles and wiggled her toes.

Sylvester Sloane walked up to the table at which Connie was sitting and sat down.  He saw Connies stocking feet under the table and couldnt resist kicking off his own loafers. Soon his socked feet were sliding closer and closer to Connies feet.  Glancing under the table he saw how close his toes were to the sole of Connies foot. Her feet looked gorgeous. He waited a few moments hoping that Connies wagging toes would inadvertently brush against his unshod feet. Those dark stocking covered toes were tantalizing and he couldnt control himself and longer.  Sly extended his big toe and ran it down the arch of Connies foot.

Waaaah shrieked Connie as she quickly pulled her feet back quickly under her chair kicking her empty right pump four feet behind her hitting her bosss foot.

What the hell, her and Slys boss said after almost tripping on Connies shoe.

Quickly Connie slipped on her left pump and stood up and faced her boss Ted King.

Ah, sorry Ted, stammered Connie, I had my shoe off and Sly startled me by playing footsies with me.

Ted glared at Sly and Sly responded, Come on Ted, I come to the break room after walking the lot all morning pushing cars and kick off the elevens for a little rest.  Connie apparently kicked off heels too.  Our toes accidentally touched and Connie overreacted.  No big deal.

Connie was seething and was about to speak when Ted put an end to the whole incident.

Both of you keep your shoes on he gruffly said.

Slipping back into his loafers Sly enjoyed the site of Connie balancing on one high heel while she twirled her other shoe stocking foot in order to slip her foot into it.

Later in the day Connie stood by the black Hemi Challenger popping her heel in and out of its shoe.  Leaning against the gleaming car pulled her foot completely out its shoe and rubbed her stocking foot along the glass smooth finish on the Challenger.  It was as if she was buffing the door to a glossier sheen.   Her buffing soon stopped as she saw a car pull into the parking lot.  Glancing quickly down, Connie slipped her foot halfway back into her shoe and her gaze returned to the parking lot.

Connie looked at the well dressed man park his car.  She looked at his demeanor as he stepped out of his car. The man perused a few vehicles in the lot caressing fenders and stooping to look at wheels.   Connies feet were now tightly in her shoes. 

As the man turned to approach the show room door, Sly stepped up in front of the Challenger.  He was eying the same customer as Connie.  Subtly Connie lifted her leg and reached down to push the heel of her shoe off of her foot.  With her shoe dangling from her toes she carefully lowered it closer to the floor and let it drop with a resounding clop.  Sly looked down and Connie put her stocking foot flat on the floor.

Boy my dogs are barking today, said Sly as he slipped his loafer off and put his socked foot close to Connies stocking foot.

Mine too replied Connie as brushed her toes against Slys unshod foot.

A little startled, but pleased, Sly lifted his foot and Connie was able to kick Slys loafer under the Challenger.

What the, exclaimed Sly as Connie slipped on her shoe and went to greet the customer.

What the hell are you doing? asked Ted as he was looking at the kneeling one shod Sly reaching under the Challenger for a shoe he couldnt grab.

Everything Connie was reading from the well dressed man told her that he was going to buy so it was with great excitement that she got the keys to the car he wanted to test drive.

The customer and Connie engaged in convivial small talk as they walked to the car.  By the time they arrived at the car Connie felt comfortable enough to lean on to the mans shoulder to slip off her shoes.

For insurance purposes I have to pull the car out, said Connie as she tiptoed into the drivers seat.  She deftly worked the clutch and gas pedal with her stocking feet.  She noticed the customer look intently at her feet as she slipped back into her shoes.  It was the first time the customer looked at something other than the car.

Once Connie slid into the passenger seat she buckled her seat belt and seductively touched her breasts as she adjusted the shoulder strap.  She glanced at the customer who was studying the dash as he gripped the wheel and stick shift.  Connie crossed her legs making sure she made a nylon swishing noise.  The driver peeked at her legs.  She pushed the heel of her shoe in to her shin and flexed her toes to let her shoe dangle.  The customers eyes opened wider for a moment and then he looked out of the windshield.  Connie knew she was closing this deal.

The driver was putting the car through its gears and Connie was letting her dangling shoe  slip further off her foot and sway with each turn.  Suddenly Connie let out a quick little yelp and the driver realized he had been slightly distracted and he slammed the brakes to avoid another car.  Connies shoe flew off her foot and Connie felt the safest thing she could do was to put her shoe on as quickly as possible.

After the test drive Connie confidently lead the customer to the conference room with a glass top table.  She knew the customer could see her feet playing with her shoes during the negotiations.

Her shoe precariously hung from her big toe as she rotated her ankle.  The man at the table was almost hypnotized by the rhythmic swaying of her high heel as he awaited Connies answer to his offer.  The man looked at her painted toes through the sheer dark nylon and was sure her nail polish matched the color of her shoes.  Slowly Connie uncrossed her legs and keeping her dangling shoe on her toe.  As the heel touched of her shoe touched the ground she slipped her shoe on in one quick motion.

I really cant sell the car at that price said Connie.  The customer was very disappointed. Connie lifted the heel of her foot out of her shoe and eased her foot back a bit revealing some toe cleavage.

Any chance of movement on your part asked Connie?  She slid her foot a bit more out of its shoe.

I really like the car, the customer said.  Connie smiled and showed the customer all of her toes. 

I guess your price is fair, he added as ogled at Connies wiggling toes.

Connie watched the customer drive away in his new car and she was giddy because mama was getting a new pair of shoes.  Sly walked up next to her.

I see you got your shoe back on Connie said to Sly.

Im mad at you Connie said Sly.  What you did was a dirty trick.

You should have kept your shoes on like Ted said she replied.

Listen you stole my last commission before Christmas Sly retorted, Thats real money out of my pocket.

Look here Sly Connie sternly said, I didnt steal your last commission before Christmas.  Your last commission before Christmas was two days ago.  Besides you cant close deals like me.

Im warning you, said Sly, Im going to get you back for this.

Oooh Im shaking in my shoes, she dismissively replied.

At about that time the two of them saw a car pull into the parking lot.  Connie saw the car back into a parking space.  A man got out and put his hands in his pockets as he looked around the lot.

You can have this guy Sly Connie said with a wry grin.

Connie sat at her desk with her stocking feet resting on top of her shoes.  She was half  surfing the net looking for shoes and half amused at watching the unctuous Sly talking about the black Challenger with the customer.  Soon the two were headed out for a test drive.  She was confident that Sly was going to be wasting his time and she devoted all of her time to looking for new shoes.

Another car pulled into the car lot and Connie slowy started to work her stocking feet back into her shoes.  A nun got out of the car carrying a bag.  The nun walked into the show room looking slightly bewildered.  With her feet now securely in her shoes, Connie arose and walked over to the nun.

Can I help you sister, Connie furtively inquired.

Oh yes, the nun happily responded.  Im looking for Sylvester Sloane.

Hes out with a customer right now.  Is there anything I can do asked Connie?

If you could that would be wonderful, replied the nun, Sylvester was supposed to meet me at the home for needy children to pick up his Santa suit.

Santa suit, Connie repeated?

Yes, said the nun Every year Sylvester donates his last sales commission check before Christmas to the home for gifts and the annual party.  He insists on playing Santa Claus for the children.

Really

Yes, the nun continued, No one will be at the home today and for some reason Sylvester hasnt been answering his phone so I came over to drop off his Santa suit.  Can you give it to him?

Sure I can do that Connie replied as she took the bag. Ill make sure he gets it. Dont you worry about a thing sister.

Throwing the bag under her desk, Connie plopped down into her chair.  Shuffling her feet she slipped out of her shoes and propped her stocking feet on the bag as she leaned back in her chair.  She was seeing Sly in a new favorable light.  After all they both like to kick their shoes off under the table.  That was something in common.

As twilight crept in Connie watched the customer Sly had been working with drive away without buying or committing to buying anything.   Normally Connie would be extremely amused at this but not this time. She empathized instead.

What a colossal waste of time exclaimed Sly to no one in particular as he walked into the showroom.

I knew as soon as I saw that guy that he wasnt going to buy anything, Connie said to Sly.

How could you know that snapped Sly?

Because, unlike you I know people, Connie simply explained, You spend too much time studying the cars.  Heck, didnt you once say I didnt know the difference between a catalytic converter and a Cadillac convertible.  You know all about torques, horse power, and RPMs but you cant read a person like I do.  Thats why Ted told me to be ready to give a speech at tomorrows luncheon.

So you won sales person of the year again interrupted Sly. Thats just great.

Opening her desk drawer, Connie pulled out her Ugg boots.  She pulled her stocking feet off of the bag and began to pull on her boots.

Its close to Christmas so Im going to give you a gift said Connie as she adjusted the toe seam of her stocking before pulling on her other boot.  If a person backs into a parking space here, they are more interested in leaving quickly than buying a car.  If a man has his hands in his pockets hes protecting his money and wont buy a car.

Grabbing her shoes, Connie stood up and pointed under her desk.

By the way, some nun dropped off this bag off for you said Connie, See you at the luncheon.

Connies new shoes were painfully pinching feet but thankfully, especially since she was wearing nylons, they were easy to slip on an off as she mingled.  Sly was very aware of this as he plotted his revenge.  He figured that Connie could not help but kick her shoes off under the table and he could steal one.  Then he anticipated Connie, being called up to speak and not being able to find her shoe.  That would be a wonderful sight.

As people began to seat themselves Sly was able to get a seat next to Connie but had difficulty seeing her feet under the table.  He was wondering how he could steal her shoe. Then a stroke of genius hit him.  Immediately he took out his cell phone and snapped a picture in the direction of Connies feet.  Albeit dark, Sly got a picture of a stocking foot. It was a beautiful picture that he might keep and enjoy for long time.

Quickly excusing himself he rose and spied Connies shoe lying on its side under her chair.  This was too easy he thought as he picked up the shoe and walked over the coat check girl.   As a joke he checked Connies shoe.  The coat check girl didnt think it was a funny joke but she did try on Connies shoe.

Sly got back to his seat just as Ted got up to introduce the winner of sales person of the year.   Sly looked at Connie closely expecting her to start fidgeting to find her shoe but she was very calm and comfortable.

Ted arrived at the podium and began to speak.

Now is the moment youve all been waiting for.  I was going to announce that Connie Benedict would be the sales person of the year but she called me last night with a great idea.  She said that sales person of the year should not go to just the person selling the most cars.  It should go to the sales person that does the most in the community that improves the reputation of the dealership.  The better our rep the more foot traffic and the better the chances of all of us making more sales and more money.  Connie was right and she suggested that Sly Sloane should get the award because of the donations of time and money he makes to the local childrens home.  So lets see if we can get Sly up here to accept the award and say a few impromptu words.

Sly was stunned.

As he got up to go towards podium Connie pulled him down to whisper something in his ear.

Give me back my shoe you jerk! And Merry Christmas