11 comments/ 117878 views/ 5 favorites Pretty Persuasion By: Aileronvox A mixture of sexual excitement and nervousness surged into Dave Summer's veins as he sealed the box shut. He couldn't believe he was actually going through with this. Everyone who knew Dave would be shocked that he would be involved in such a plot. By all outward appearances Dave was a regular guy. He had a good job at a management consulting firm, a nice house in an upscale neighborhood and a beautiful loving wife. But there was a side to Dave Summer that even Kate, his wife, didn't know existed. Dave's other side lay beneath the surface, like the package of photographs and letters he found while remodeling one of the upstairs bedrooms. Michelle was balancing a lot these days. She was not only studying for the bar exam but was also in the third month of a high profile internship at one of the city's most prestigious law firms. On top of that she was planning a wedding. Michelle had met Jason during her third year at Stanford. He was two years older and was already climbing the corporate ladder as counsel for a Fortune 500 company. Michelle felt very stable in her relationship with Jason and was feeling pretty proud of her accomplishments and her ability to handle her new pressures with relative ease. Dave had saved the letters and Polaroid's he had discovered when replacing the floor in his converted upstairs office for almost two years. Initially he only knew the mystery girls name...Michelle, because she had signed the letter to Steve, whom Dave was guessing was her boyfriend at the time. Dave often took Michelle's letters and photos out of his hiding place when Kate, his wife, was out of the house. He took them into the bathroom and masturbated while reading her letters; his favorite was the one where she fantasized about seducing her best girl friend and sharing her with her boyfriend. He usually came all over his hand and stomach as he looked at the pictures of this flawless young beauty cupping her firm breasts and spreading her smooth tanned legs to expose her perfectly trim pussy. The pictures of her were smudged and torn by use. It turned him on to know that these pictures were not meant for him or anyone else to see. Michelle arrived home from a study group and planned to change quickly as she was expected to attend a dinner with several of the younger lawyers at the firm. The large package caught her interest as she pulled it from the mailbox. Although she didn't really have the time, her curiosity got the better of her. She took the package into the bedroom with her and opened it as she sat down at her dressing table. Inside was a letter, a sealed envelope and what appeared to be clothes underneath some white tissue paper. She unfolded the letter and started to read. "Dear Michelle, I realize it has been a while since you last thought about the contents inside this envelope. You should be more careful with such important documents; they could fall into the wrong hands" Michelle thought this was very odd and skipped down to the bottom to see who had written the letter, but it was not signed. She continued reading the letter with an uneasy interest, thinking maybe she had misplaced a file at work. "I'm sure they have taught you, after three years of law school, that our whole system and way of life depends on people being held responsible for their actions. It is now your turn to fully experience the consequences of the actions you have undertaken in the past." Michelle still didn't understand completely what this was all about. The whole thing seemed so strange and unsettling. As Dave's fascination with the secret packet of letters and pictures grew, so did his curiosity. He wanted to know more about the girl in the pictures. In the beginning he started searching the Internet for girls named Michelle in nearby towns, without any luck. His first big clue came when he asked his title company to run a history on his house. This gave him the name of all the previous owners. He then ran a simple background check on the owners and found one had a son named Steve. Through deduction he guessed his office was Michelle's ex-boyfriends bedroom. He must have taken the risqué pictures of her and stashed them in what he thought was a safe place beneath the floorboards in his room. Dave continued the search but hit dead ends until he decided to hire a private investigator. The investigator he hired seemed pretty shady but he couldn't complain about the results. Within five days he had a detailed report. Michelle Klein, age 24, major in English at Stanford, third year of law at Duke, intern to Bert McDonald at McDonald, Rinehart and Fisk Attorneys at Law, engaged to Jason Forlano also a Stanford grad, drives a light blue Toyota Forerunner, one speeding ticket in 1999. Dave now had her address, phone, cell number and e-mail address. Even her parent's names and addresses were listed as well as several addresses of close friends. Dave couldn't believe how complete the report was. He finally possessed the information he so badly desired. He had found his Michelle. Michelle continued to read the letter. "I know you will agree it is best to keep your past indiscretions between us...doing this is simple." Her curiosity got the better of her and she tore at the second envelope. Her mind raced in a state of disorientation. As the flap gave way seven or eight snapshots fell to the floor between her feet. She started at them in horror. They were pictures of her when she was in her teens. She knew what these were, without looking at all of them. She got down on her knees to hurriedly hide the evidence of her secret. The image on top was of her sitting on Steve's bed at his parent's house. Her body was young, her arms and legs seem lithe, her skin flawless. Tan lines showed she had been sunning herself in the swimsuit she had brought and hide from her parents because it was pretty skimpy. Her shoulder length hair had turned almost blonde from the time she spent out in the sun that summer. She had on the outfit Steve, her high school ex, had given to her to celebrate the one year anniversary of their first date. On top she had on a sexy lace push up bra. The top halves of her breasts were exposed and a hint of her nipples peeked out of the top. Barely covering the rest of her perfectly shaped body was a pair of panties, cut high on the sides. The matching bra and panties were made of semi sheer material so that very little was left to the imagination. The shape of her nipples and the darkness of the tightly trimmed curls between her legs were apparent. The tightness of her panties outlined the shape of her lips beneath. Michelle was taken aback by the wanton sexiness of the image and lustful expression on her face. She had not felt that reckless kind of lust in years. A shiver shot through her body thinking about posing so lewdly in front of a camera. She knew there were other pictures that showed her without the bra and panties and a few that even showed her touching herself. The sound of the front door opening brought Michelle back to reality. She quickly shoved the envelopes into her purse and hurried to the closet and stashed the package behind some sweaters just a few seconds before Jason entered the room. Excitement surged through Dave's body as he watched Michelle remove the package from her mailbox. He couldn't believe it would have been possible, but she actually seemed more beautiful then in her pictures. She carried herself with an air of sophistication. He enjoyed knowing that he knew the secret behind her public façade. He dug his hand into his crotch as he watched her walk to her front door, her ass bouncing slightly in her black slacks with each step. Dave's flight had landed earlier that afternoon. He had worked fast to rent a car, drive to Michelle's house and plant the package in her mailbox before she returned home from work. He almost thought his plot was thwarted when Jason arrived home so soon after Michelle. If he caught her with the pictures Dave would lose an important advantage in his control over Michelle. He breathed easier as she returned to her car looking flustered and hurried. Michelle tried to pull herself together before she entered the restaurant. The letter and photographs had shaken her to the core. She had barely been able to collect herself before Jason had walked into the bedroom. She made some feeble excuses for being flustered. Luckily she had been able to recover well enough to give him a kiss on the cheek and remind him that she had made plans to attend dinner with her associates. Although she was already fifteen minutes late, Michelle had to know what the rest of the letter said. She flipped on the overhead light in her car. "As you can see I've enjoyed your letters and photographs. I know quite a few people who would be interested in them as well. I have made multiple copies and I'm prepared to send them out if you do not follow my instructions to the letter." Attached to the letter was a list of physical and e-mail addresses including the senior partners at her firm, Jason's work, her parents as well as several of her friends in town. Michelle's heart was beating like it was going to explode. After she had broken up with Steve, her high school boyfriend, she had worried that he might show her pictures to his friends. Her reputation at school would have been devastated. Obviously he never did, and she had eventually forgotten about them. This made it harder to imagine that the silly decisions she made in high school would come back to haunt her now. The letter concluded. "Just in case you are thinking about contacting the police you should know I can post your pictures on the Internet with a touch of a button from my cell phone." Michelle felt trapped, not just inside her car but inside the whole situation. She was nearly breathless as she continued to read. "Tomorrow you will put on the clothes found in this package and drive to the Kirkland Mall. You will walk to the center near the fountain, arriving at ten o'clock sharp, and wait for my phone call." After tailing Michelle at a distance Dave watched her from across the parking lot as she sat in her car and read his letter. She looked exquisite through his high-powered binoculars. It was easily to tell that the letter troubled Michelle, but he still couldn't sense for certain if it was enough to get her to follow all his commands. He decided right then that he wanted an even greater advantage over her to insure his plans went off without a hitch. He backed out of his parking spot and headed to the "security and surveillance" store he had found in the phonebook. Michelle awoke on Saturday morning with a start. The events of the previous day at first seemed like a bad dream. Today she was glad she lived alone, it was good that Jason had convinced her that they should live separately until they were married. His parents were very rich and ultra conservative and Jason never crossed them. Michelle told him she had to study, so dinner plans were cancelled. She took a long hot shower, subconsciously thinking that it might cleanse her of this whole situation. The water dripped down the beautiful curves of her body. Last night, before she went to sleep, she tried to imagine a way out of this bad mess. If she went to the cops or tried to sue this guy, she would definitely win, but not before her own reputation was badly tarnished. She figured the best she could do was to bide some time so she could figure a way out. Michelle realized after getting herself completely ready that she still had not looked at the clothes in the box, as she was trying to delay what she dreaded as long as possible. Finally she entered her closet and retrieve the box from behind her sweaters. She took the envelope out, and without looking at any of the other pictures, hid it in a shoebox on her top shelf. She then carried the box to her bed. Nervously she moved the tissue aside, inside was a red dress made of a very light silk-like material and a French cut pair of panties made of a sheer white material. She let her robe slip to the floor and tentatively put on the panties, then stepped into the dress. The dress felt light and smooth next to her skin. She stepped to the mirror. Her reflection gave her a start. "God, I can't go out in public like this." Michelle said out loud as she adjusted one of the small spaghetti straps. The front of the dress had a plunging neckline and fit loosely, much of her firm breasts were revealed, but even the part that was covered still seemed exposed by the flimsy material. The outlines of her nipples were obvious. The flowing material stopped mid thigh. Her long shapely legs were more exposed then in any dress she owned. Looking at her watch she realized she needed to leave quickly to be at the mall by ten. Hurriedly scanning her shoes she attempted to tone down the outfit with a pair of flat sandals. Before she left the house she grabbed a long overcoat. Dave's excitement grew as he waited and watched for Michelle. He positioned himself on the second story balcony over looking the main atrium. The moment he saw her he reached for his cell phone and hit the speed dial key he had programmed. "Stop. Stop right there." Dave was furious and knew he had to take control immediately or perhaps never gain it. "Turn around and go back to your car, NOW!" he said loud enough for some people around him to look. Michelle jumped when her phone rang. She thought maybe it was Jason but the number appeared to be blocked. The man on the other end of the line was spitting mad. Her blood pumped knowing that he was so close and obviously watching her. She glanced around trying to spy her blackmailer but without success. She did as the man on the cell told her and went back to her car, praying that she wasn't going to be attacked. The phone rang again. "Michelle, the coat you have on was not in the package, was it?" She meekly replied that it wasn't. "Take it off NOW and leave it in the car. Do you understand?" she hesitated for a second. A second to long. "Michelle, hang up, I'm going e-mail out the pictures. I know your boss will love finally getting to see those perfect tits and I know Jason's mother will love the one of you fingering your cunt." "Nooo" Michelle pleaded. "Please don't! I'm sorry. I'll do want you want. I'm taking off the coat now. Please it's off...don't hang up. Please!" she begged as she slipped off the coat and put it in the backseat of her car. Walking back into the mall her mind and body were reeling. She wasn't accustomed to being in such a compromised position. She was always the one in control of situations. She hoped that she wouldn't run into any one that she knew because the flimsy dress was incredibly revealing. She was very aware of people looking at her as she walked back to the main atrium near the fountains. Some people tried to hide their glances but others were bolder, staring at her breast as they bounced proudly as she walked. Her nipples had hardened due to the contact with the material of her dress and they were quite noticeable. The skirt moved lightly around the top of her legs and she knew without looking that heads turned as she passed to watch her ass and check out her legs. Momentarily, lost in her thoughts, Michelle was again surprised by the shrill ring of her cell phone. Dave's cock stirred as he watched Michelle walking toward the fountain. The dress he had picked looked fabulous on her statuesque figure. He was pleased to see heads turn as she walked by. He loved the way her body moved when she walked and it was obvious others did as well. Dave hit his speed dial again, he breathed in sharply at the sound of her voice. "That is much better. See how much easier things can be when you follow my orders?" Michelle didn't reply. Dave paused for effect. "Michelle, when I ask you a question or give you an instruction I expect a prompt reply. From now on you will respond with a simple 'Yes Sir', Is that understood?" Dave was pleased at Michelle's prompt reply. "Yes sir" she said obediently. "Good, that is very good. Now here is what I want you do. I want you to walk past the fountain and go up the escalator. I'll call you back when I want you to stop." Michelle hung up and put her phone back in her purse. As she got on the escalator she saw a group of three teenage boys quickly move in behind her. She pretended not to notice but she knew they had rushed to get on behind her, about three steps below, to watch her legs and see if they could look up her skirt. A part of her wanted to lean over and tease them but she didn't dare. It surprised Michelle that this through had even crossed her mind. She didn't normally think this way. She step off the escalator and walked straight ahead down one side of the second floor shops. Dave watched Michelle walking toward him. His cock jumped as he watched her perfectly shaped tits bouncing slightly with each step. Her nipples were hard and slightly darker than the light colored material of her dress. The neckline revealed quite a bit of cleavage. He let her pass the store and then put in his earpiece and hit his speed dial. He turned away, taking his last look at her firm ass cheeks. To remain unnoticed he pretended to look at the small men's collection in the store again. "Michelle, stop and turn around to your left." "Yes sir" Dave smiled wickedly at her obedience. "See the store named Donna Allen?" "Yes sir" "I want you to go in and ask to try on merchandise held under your name." "Yes" Dave waited "Sir" Michelle responded slowly as she turned and walked toward the store. With his back to her, Michelle walked right past him. He inhaled as she passed, closing his eyes he lusted to be closer to her smell, part perfume and part Michelle. It excited him to be so near to her. Michelle had been in Donna Allen several times but as she walked up to the sales counter the reality of her situation truly struck her. Donna Allen is an upscale women's shoe boutique. The shoes were some of the finest in town and much to Michelle's dread on this visit, she recalled that the service was too. A well-dressed black man approached her and she asked for the shoes that were being held for her. He excused himself to go into the backroom. Michelle grew flushed thinking about how exposed she would be as she tried them on. Her heart was beating a million miles a minute as she waited for the salesman to returned. Greg had worked at Donna Allen for almost three years. During that time he had seen his share of beautiful women. He often fantasized about peeking up women's skirts and seeing their panties as he kneeled in front of them helping to try on shoes. However these thoughts had only ever been a fantasy, it never materialized into a reality. But this woman, before him now, was more beautiful then any of his fantasies. He noticed her the second she walked into the store and he had quickly positioned himself to greet her. It wasn't every day that a woman so beautiful with such a striking figure came in dressed so provocatively. Greg hurried to the hold area in the back room and retrieved two items that had been put on hold for Ms. Klein. Dave had first entered the shoe store when Michelle was returning from the car. He told the young black man, Greg according to this nametag, that he just wanted to look around and that he had plenty of time. He noticed how quickly Greg abandoned his efforts to sell him a new pair of shoes the moment Michelle walked into the store. Greg reemerged from the stock room with the items Dave had placed on hold for Michelle last night. He showed her to a seat and was trying to be subtle about checking her out, but was failing miserablely. It was obvious he was having a hard time not openly staring at Michelle's firm tits and nipples that were partly visible through the silky material of her dress. Unnoticed, Dave walked over and set his shoulder bag down in the row of chairs across from where Michelle was seated and went back to browsing. Pretty Persuasion Michelle was aware that her breasts had caught the salesman's attention and that he was trying to be restrained about looking. All her life she had to deal with people staring, beautiful women always did, and she had learned to tune most of it out. But this was different. She didn't have complete control of this situation. As she sat down her skirt settled high on her thigh, showing off her long tan legs. Without really realizing it Michelle's breathing quickened as the handsome black salesman pulled the fitting stool over in front of her and sat down. He stacked the boxes to his right and opened the top one. Inside was a pair of beautiful red high-heeled dress sandals that matched the dress she had on. He took the first one out and placed it on the slated tread of the fitting stool. Due to her seated position and the heel of the shoe, she had to lift her leg up fairly high to work her foot into the straps of the sandal. The inclined position of her leg caused the skirt to move up her thigh. She tried to act nonchalantly but she could tell by the look in the salesman's eyes that he was getting a pretty good view up her skirt. Greg felt light headed as he held the shoe in place. He had often fantasized about this happening but he never really thought it would, especially with such a stunning women. He couldn't believe his luck as Ms. Klein lifted her long perfectly toned leg to slip her foot into the shoe. As she positioned her foot to try it on, the hemline of her dress slipped up revealing almost her entire thigh. He momentarily caught a glimpse of white material between her thighs...he knew it was her panties. His heart raced as he buckled the heel strap on the shoe, her ankles were smooth and flawless and her legs smelled of some exotic lotion. He reached for the other shoe in the box. As he did, Ms. Klein moved one foot to the side of the fitting stool; this movement parted her legs slightly. Greg felt sweat on his brow as he held the second shoe in its place. Because her legs had parted slightly, when she slipped on the right shoe Greg had an even clearer shot up her dress. He could plainly see the sheer white panties she had on. Blood pumped into his fat black cock as he saw the smooth tops of her thighs leading up to her panties, which were pulled tight about the mound of her pussy. The taut material outlined the cleft of her lips. All too quickly however her hand came down between her legs obscuring his view up her dress. Embarrassment washed over him, realizing she had caught him looking, luckily she stood up and walked around in the new shoes and checked them out in the mirror. Greg couldn't help but to check out her perfect ass once she stood with her back to him. Inwardly he moaned as he saw the outline of her French cut panties cupping her tight ass cheeks. Dave was watching the action out of the corner of his eye. It would have been impossible for him not to openly stare if he didn't have the video camera in his shoulder bag, which he had positioned in the row of chairs across from Michelle, recording every movement. He walked outside the store as he hit his speed dial again. "Michelle, my finger is positioned over the button ready to e-mail friends and family" With confusion in her voice she replied "But sir, I've done everything you asked." Sternly he replied, "Have you now? Did I ask you to cover yourself with your hand just now?" "No sir" Michelle responded meekly. "No, I did not. You are going to have to be punished for not following orders, do you understand?" Michelle didn't respond. "You're going to be the most popular little slut on the Internet, I just can't wait" "No please, I understand" Dave waited "Sir" she finally added. "Good...listen closely to your orders I will not repeat them again. You will..." Michelle was trying to act naturally as she pretended to look at the shoes in the mirror but she was mainly focused on the detailed instructions her blackmailer was giving to her on the cell phone. She had a bad feeling in her gut as her blackmailer described in exacting detail what she had to do. Exhaling deeply she decided that if she just did what he wanted this whole thing would soon be over. Her heart seemed to be pumping twice the usual speed as she walked back over to the chair in front of the salesman and sat back down. "These are wonderful. I'll take them. Can I try the next pair?" "Yes ma'am" replied the obviously flustered salesman. Michelle inwardly struggled with what she had to do next. Her blackmailer told her that she was to lean over and unbuckle the heel straps herself. She knew if she bent over the top of the dress would gape open and her breasts would be exposed. She rationalized that it was better to do it for one man instead of thousands that would see her on the Internet if she didn't obey. Right then and there she made up her mind to do as she had been instructed and end this thing quickly. Bending at her waist she reached to the left to unbuckle one shoe. She thought she heard the salesman breath in quickly. She knew he could look down her top and see her breasts. As quickly as she could she unfastened the shoe and slipped it off, then shifted to the other side. This time as she bent down, without really thinking, she quickly glanced at the salesman's crotch and was startled to see a very large bulge in the front of his pants. As she unbuckled the second shoe she looked down her own body to see what the salesman could see. The top of her dress was gaped open and her full breasts were pushed together and upward. Her nipples were partially exposed and she was surprised that they were so hard. Rather embarrassed she sat back up as quickly as she could. The site of this lovely woman, her bronzed flawless skin, the swell of her firm breasts spilling out of her top made Greg's cock grow to the point that he had to shift his position to give it more room. He turned on his stool and opened the second box. Much to his delight this box contained an Italian made pair of black boots with a medium heel and a strap around the ankle. There was no zipper. Greg knew what this meant. As he picked up the left boot and handed it to Michelle he noticed that she looked troubled. Greg thought perhaps this was the wrong boot, but she took the boot from him anyway. For a moment she simply held the boot and looked at it like she was trying to decide if she was even going to try it on. Greg's anticipation was killing him, knowing what he might see. With a deep sigh she lowered the boot and slipped it over her foot and pulled the cuff up her smooth calf. To pull the boot up fully she had to extend her leg outward and up. In this position her skirt shifted up and draped into her lap. She was very exposed. Greg had time to feast his eyes on one of the most beautiful sights he had ever imagined. With her legs slightly parted and one extended upward, this fine-looking woman was brazenly exposed before him. Greg could make out the sheer material of her white panties; even the darkness of her neatly trimmed pussy cradled beneath was obvious. He noticed that the top of her lips, near her clit, showed thought the tight mesh of her panties. The shape of her lips was apparent through the tightly pulled material of the cotton-lined crotch. He noticed that her beautiful face blushed as she switched positions to put on the second boot. Then this incredible creature lifted and extended her other leg. As the fitting stool had parted her legs slightly, he had an even better view as she pulled on the second boot. As her light flowing skirt slid back again toward her waist, her long tan legs parted to fully expose her see-through panties. Due to the parted position of her legs Greg couldn't help but notice that a portion of her pussy lips had escaped from the tight pull of the elastic. He was rock hard having this lovely lady's barely covered cunt so exposed and so close. Michelle felt short of breath knowing how exposed she must be. She felt embarrassed and vulnerable but oddly excited as well. Something in her liked the look of hunger in the eyes of this salesman. For a brief second the image of a dark hand on her white leg played in her minds eye. She sneaked another peek at the front of his pants and felt a weird sense of pride knowing that seeing her body had caused a noticeable tent in the front of his pants. Michelle stood up and with an extra strut in her step she walked over to the mirror to look at the boots. Looking at these gorgeous boots in the mirror she realized that although she didn't know much about her blackmailer one thing was clear, he had good taste. She turned in the mirror admiring the boots. She loved the look of the black leather against the golden tan skin of her calves. Feeling slightly naughty she turned toward the salesman and bent over and pulled on the top of the left boot. Walking back over to take a seat, Michelle had nearly forgotten the final instruction she had to obey. She gulped once and then stumbled over the question... "Do you, ah.. can you tell me where the closest ladies room is?" "Sure" Greg replied "it's just across the way, one door past Banana Republic, Feel free to wear the boots out to see if they are comfortable." "Thank you" Michelle replied. "I'll be right back." Dave watched Michelle leave the store and walk down the mall toward the restrooms. He also noticed Greg openly staring at her firm ass as it swayed underneath the material of her skirt. It turned Dave on to know other men were lusting after the women he controlled. Dave was so amped up with lust and longing for Michelle that it ran through his head to bust into the women's room and take her by force. To grab the back of her head and shove his cock into her mouth until she gagged. He calmed himself, thinking about what could happen if he was patient and let his plan work its course. "Don't mess it up now, it's going so well." he said out loud without really noticing. Michelle entered the restroom and locked the door. She walked over to the sink and looked in the mirror. She was slightly flushed. She brushed her hair behind her ears and splashed some water on her face. As she wiped her face and threw the paper towel away she saw her breast swaying under the light fabric of the dress in the reflection of the mirror. She couldn't believe how obvious her hard nipples were. Glancing quickly at the door to make sure it was locked she brought both hands up to her breasts and gently ran her fingers over her taut nipples above the fabric of the dress. A wave of sexual tension rippled through her body. Remembering her final instruction she reached for the hem of her dress almost without thinking. She raised it slowly exposing her sheer white panties. Michelle took a few steps back so that she could see them in the mirror. She was taken aback by the how clearly the darkened mound of her pussy showed through the thin material. An almost unconscious stirring arose within her as she fully realized just how exposed she had been to the shoe salesman. Following her final instruction she slipped her manicured fingers beneath the elastic waist of the panties and eased them down and over the boots and quickly tucked them in her purse. Again she raised the hem of her dress and looked at herself in the mirror. A trimmed tuft of hair followed the slight rise of her public mound. It was framed nicely by her bronzed tanlines. The top part of her lips peeked through the gap between her legs. Noticing a light sheen of moisture on her pink lips and the puffiness of her clit made her realize this whole terrible situation had also somehow excited her despite her will. Michelle always thought of herself as a lady in control. She called the shots. She made the decisions. This was all so different. For the first time in her life Michelle found herself at the complete mercy of another. In a way she couldn't explain, even to herself, she felt a sense of excitement brought on by her lack of control. A knock on the door brought her back to reality. Michelle quickly straightened her skirt and unlocked the bathroom door. A young women with a baby gave her an exasperated look and moved past her in to the bathroom. Michelle took a deep breath and headed back to Donna Allen. Walking back to the store Michelle felt the light material of the skirt brushing against her bare bottom and her front. She felt naked and exposed even though she was completely covered. As she entered the store she glanced at herself again in the full-length mirror. "How do they feel?" Greg asked. Ms. Klein looked shocked by the question until he motioned down to her feet. "Oh they're great. They're really beautiful. I'll take these too." Excellent Greg though. Fuckin' hot babe and a big sale too. "Would you like to try on anything else?" he asked hoping to get lucky enough to get to help this knockout try on a few more shoes. "No I think that's it" Ms Klein replied as she moved toward the chair. Greg followed her over and sat on the stool before her. "Here I'll give you a hand," he said as he reached for the right boot. Out of instinct she pulled away. Michelle was so used to fending off the advances of men that she pulled back from Greg's assistance without even thinking of the ramifications with her blackmailer. She had to will her mind and body to fulfill the last demand. "Oh god, sorry I should let you do your job." She heard her mouth saying, as if on it's own, as she placed her foot back onto the fitting stool. Her mind was racing with emotion as the salesman leaned down and grasped the boot firmly with both hands, the darkness of his hand nearly blending into the color of the boot. The pressure of his hands lifting her leg, even through the leather, seemed to carry unusual heat. As her leg was raised Michelle slid down in the seat and pointed her toe to make the boot easier to slip off. As Greg lifted Ms. Klein's leg the silky fabric of her dress again slide up her thighs. Gradually most of her beautiful, nicely toned legs were exposed. As Greg's movements changed from lifting to pulling the boots, her legs spread slightly. Trying not to be to obvious Greg looked up to tell Ms. Klein that payment had already been arranged by the man who had called in and placed the items on hold. A slight nod was Ms. Klein's only reply. Greg noticed Ms. Klein looked flush. Looking back down he tried to turn his body slightly to one side to hide his real intention of looking up her skirt. As he gave the boot a second pull Michelle's legs parted more and her skirt slide back further. Much to Greg's surprise he didn't see the white of her panties. The veins on his huge black cock surged with excitement as he realized what he was seeing. There, nestled between two long smooth thighs was a tuft of light hair trimmed into a perfect V. Sweat broke out on his forehead as he eased the boot off and her legs parted further. As this happened, the top part of her pussy lips came into view. Greg's head was spinning. As he placed her foot back on the fitting stool and the first boot back into the box it dawned on him that she had gone to the bathroom to remove her panties. Despite the way she was acting she wanted him to see her cunt. Greg decided to push his luck when he removed the other boot. Dave moved around the store to get a better view of what was happening. He knew the video camera in his shoulder bag was capturing the images of Michelle exposing her hot little cunt to a complete stranger but he couldn't help himself wanting to witness first hand the interactions between Michelle and the black man kneeling in front of her. Dave had not been disappointed by how easily Greg had assumed the role of voyeur. His heart raced as he watched Greg lift her other leg and his big black hand move up Michelle's legs to just below her knee as he pulled the second boot off. He noticed Michelle didn't make any moves to stop this advance or to cover her exposed body. He reveled in the power he now possessed. Michelle felt hot, wet and dirty all at the same time. She knew the salesman had an uninterrupted view between her legs yet she did nothing to stop it. Removing the boot he had even touched her leg much higher up than she knew was really necessary, but again she did nothing to stop it. Replacing the boots in the box the salesman held her feet in both his large warm hands as he sat back on the fitting stool. He was saying something to her but her brain wasn't processing it as all her attention was focused on her feet, which he had placed between his legs right next to his crotch. Greg interpreted Ms. Klein's silence as permission to push this further. Slowly he uncupped his hands and pressed her delicate feet into his rock hard dick. Encouraged by the slight increase in pressure he moved the bottom of her foot up and down the length of his now rock hard cock. Feeling emboldened by her compliance he moved his hand up her smooth leg until her reached the hemline of her skirt which he pushed up further revealing her trimmed tuft of hair. All pretenses were off now; it was obvious that what was happening was not longer an accident. Michelle felt powerless to stop what was happening. She felt frozen in motion as the salesman's large hands spread her legs apart and his hand inched its way up her thigh. She felt that her foot had a life of its own as it massaged Greg's big black cock through his pants. A quick image of it sliding between her over-stretched pussy lips and filling her completely made her moan softly. She was completely lost. It had been years since she had let herself be taken over by lust. She knew a wall she had built around her desires was crumbling. She couldn't stop the wheels that were now in motion. Dave had Michelle exactly where he wanted her. She had given herself over and he wanted to leave her right there...dangling. The effect of her own unbridled and unfulfilled lust would help him more in the long run then the guilt she would feel if he let this continue. "Excuse me. Do you have this shoe in a size eleven?" He interrupted from the men's side of the small store. He saw the telltale quick movements of two people caught in a comprising position. Greg did his best to stand up and cover his bulge by buttoning his suit jacket. "Yes sir I believe I do. Would you like to try them on?" "If you have it, please" Greg hesitantly turned to head into the backroom but suddenly wheeled around to Michelle before he disappeared behind the expensive curtains. "I'm sorry. I'll be right back. Can you wait a moment?" The spell broken, Michelle felt suddenly humiliated and embarrassed. She wanted nothing more but to escape. "That's ok. As you've already been paid I'll just take these and go." Michelle felt relieved that she didn't have to stand in front of this complete stranger while he rung up her purchases and more then likely tried to get her to meet him somewhere. Without delay she thanked the salesman and picked up the boxes and left the store. She heard the salesman in an almost pleading voice ask if he could at least get her a bag. Greg felt completely deflated. He also felt like he could wring the neck of the fucking guy who wanted these fucking shoes. His first though was to run after Ms Klein and stop her from leaving. He was so close. So close to the absolutely finest piece of ass he had ever come remotely close to. He grumbled under his breath as he retrieved the men's oxfords and walked back to the floor. "Fuck!" he said louder then he should have, but it didn't matter, as the man was gone as well.