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Shoe Store Owner With Benefits
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"SHOE STORE OWNER WITH BENEFITS"
A real change of scenery was what I told myself I needed. How I loved traveling high above the world through the beautiful Rocky Mountains down to Reno and then on to Denver where I checked into the legendary Brown Palace Hotel. I took a shower, unpacked my toys and played with myself. All those vibrations on the train had left me wanting and totally horny.
Yesterday I left San Francisco for Oakland by bus and then took the Amtrak out of Oakland for Denver. I loved doing accounting on the train and accomplished a lot on the trip as well as having fun meeting new people. Now I planned to enjoy dinner, get a good nights sleep and in the morning I would rent a car and drive to Las Vegas.
I was long overdue on checking up on #18 Las Vegas location; the "My Sexy Shoes" retail outlet that I had founded five years ago. For sometime now I had been having grave concerns over my manager's seeming incompetence. It was time for a show down. Not something I wanted, but not something I would
avoid either. Sometimes I had to kick ass even though
I hated it and wound up doing it as gently as possible.
I figured I could kill two birds with one stone by spending some time at the store and then sticking around for a few days so I could attend the 2009 WSA Shoe Convention July 31 - August 2 which was being held at the Las Vegas Convention Center.
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Not having sex from a real live man over the past six months got to me at times but I wasn't about to let it bring me down. Screw men and their stupid insecurities! They were all pussy whipped anyway.
Like Uncle Harry always said, "Feed them on the soft corn, choke them on the cob." In Chicago they say,
"Kick them to the curb."
And I had kicked around to long to get hurt again. With them or without them I would survive because that is what I was: a survivor. Tough as nails -soft as putty.
Add to that crap all my business problems and you would know why I was especially grateful for my trusty travel vibrator that had become my constant companion. When things got unbearably rough I turned the s.o.b. on and got relief.
Revitalized after loving on myself for a while, I went for dinner hoping the Brown Palace Hotel's violin players still wore red jackets and serenaded women
eating alone. There was comfort in tradition.
Over in the corner of the dinning room I saw a businessman doing paper work as he ordered his dinner from a patronizing waiter.
I ask the waiter if the business man was a regular here. He told me confidentially that he was not but that he WAS a registered guest. Leaning over and whispering to me he let me know that when this guy registered he listed his home office as being in Las Vegas.
Being near-sighted I had trouble seeing his face but his general outline and the way he was dressed appealed to me. I thought about inviting him over to join me but he was obviously busy and I was too tired from the trip to do nothing but wind down at this point.
After dinner, I enjoyed a dessert wine and a serenade of "Besame Mucho" from five violin players. I paid my bill and began to leave when I noticed the gentleman traveler was still over in the corner doing paper work.
On a whim I took out my business card and wrote a note on the back of it.
"I will be in Las Vegas the entire week beginning tomorow. If you need shoes for yourself or any family member, please stop in my store on the strip and I will be happy to help you and give you a discount."
I waited for the the head waiter to hand him the card and point me out to him. I saw him give a friendly wave and I waved back. At least if ever did show up he would recognize me but I wasn't so sure I would recognize him as my vision was fuzzy with him that far away.
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I arrived in Las Vegas the next day and checked in to my luxury suite at the beautiful Five Diamond Luxury Hotel - The Venetian Resort Hotel & Casino. I loved to stay there because of the spacious 700 square feet suites costing less than a single room in most major cities. Also because when I flew, the convenient shuttle service would quickly whisk me away to the hotel and when needed, to the Las Vegas Convention Center.
I made a few phone calls, gambled, had dinner, took
in a show at Caesar's Palace and was in bed by midnight.
The next day I had brunch at the Circus-Circus and made my way over to the shoe store for a meeting with my manager.
One look at the greasy sloppy looking manager and I wondered what in the world must have been going through my head when I hired him. He didn't even know how to take care of his own appearance leave alone take care of the store's. God bless his soul but enough was enough. I wasn't about to put up with anymore of this.
There were boxes all over and the displays looked disorderly. Dust was on the shelves and there was no rhyme or reason to the shoe displays. Some had prices on them, and others did not.
As much as I hated to do it, this guy needed to find a job elsewhere. I had an obligation to myself and
my investors to fire him.
Mercifully he brought the subject up first and said his wife was going to have a baby and they needed to move back to Indiana just as soon as possible and that this week would be great timing for them as her parents were coming for a visit and could help them move.
Sometimes life is kind. I could have kissed him. I told
him I completely understood, wrote out a generous
severance check plus two weeks pay and walked him
out the door. He was happy and I was overjoyed.
Having the store all to myself I quickly resumed order
and changed from my conservative business suit into silky top and black mini skirt plus white washable
pure silk crotchless panties. My top nicely exposed my firm full round full breasts. (They even turned ME on when I saw myself in the mirror.)
Selling "My Sexy Shoes" for the next few days I figured I needed to LOOK the part - SEXY - to match my famous shoes. That's what I always told my managers to tell their saleswomen to do and it had always worked favorably on all the male customers as well as female customers. It seemed to put then in the mood to buy my patented sexy designer shoes.
I had no sooner done this and was putting on my big gold hoop pierced earrings when this hunky muscular businessman walked in the store.
Greeting him I asked him to be sure and let me know if he needed my assistance. His eyes seemed to look right through me while he explained the type of shoe he is looking for and that it was a surprise for his sister who was turning twenty-one next Sunday.
As I walked towards a display of suitable shoes I could see him following me in the mirrored wall. He was looking right at my tight little ass every step of the way I took towards the opposite wall.
As I bent over to assist him, I could see everything he was doing in the wall mirror. I watched him looking down my blouse, staring at my cleavage and touching his crotch. Lord how I loved it!
He explained to me that in a toeless dress pump his mother said that his sister took a size eight rather than a size nine and could I please check to see if I there was a toeless black bare backed three inch shoe in
that size?
I told him I would need to go to the storeroom to check. Then I thought to ask him:
"So what line of work are you in?"
He laughed and said:
"Believe it or not I sell shoes! However the chain I work
for recently went bankrupt and I have been out looking for a new job. It's either that or I am going to take my savings and buy my own shoe store."
I nearly choked.
He said:
"Btw my name is Cary Z. Grant. You know, after the
old classic movie star...."
I stuck my hand out and began to introduce myself.
He said:
"Yes. I already know WHO you are. You are Alice "Babe" Babebuilt. I have your card right here. We sort of met at the Brown Palace in Denver yesterday...."
Flustered I regained my composure and said:
"Oh of course! I am terribly nearsighted and couldn't see you too well from across the room. It is so good of you to come to our store here in Denver to purchase shoe's for your sister's birthday."
He winked and said:
"My mothers says that 'My Sexy Shoes' is Sissy's
favorite shoe store!"
I asked him:
"Hey Cary, my manager just quit and I'm here all alone
would you mind watching the front door while I go
into the storeroom to see if I have this in a Size 8?"
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I climbed up the ladder in the storeroom to check...and soon I heard someone closing the shop door and footsteps coming towards the storeroom.
I continued looking when I heard Cary's voice below:
"Any luck up there?"
I realize he is looking right up my skirt but I did nothing about it -I loved it - in fact the thought of him starring up my skirt was a huge turn on.
I found the size and come down the ladder. He even assisted me coming down the ladder. His hands encircled my waist, slipped and found their way up to my breasts. My heart raced with excitement.
Cary said:
"I didn't mean to be so familiar!"
I could feel my face burning as I quickly told him:
"Oh I understand, you were just trying to help me. Everything is fine...".
As we left the storeroom he suddenly and roughly grabbed me from behind and twirled me around.
Looking into my eyes he asked me:
"Are you hot for me Babe? Look at me! Are you?"
I looked him straight in the eye and said:
"Yes! I'm hot for you. I haven't been fucked
in six months and I'm horny as hell every waking
moment of every day! Are you satisfied!"
Tears streamed down my face and I wanted to
to die from the pure humiliation of needing him so badly. I didn't want to ever need anyone like that.
Without a word he continued to stare at me while he unbuttoned my blouse. Slowly he removed it and put on a nearby hook.
Burying his face between my 38 DD's without warning he ripped off my lacy snow white bra and began sucking on my nipples.
I was so turned on I didn't know what to do. Then it came to me. Without hesitation, I reached for his zipper and relieved his thick throbbing cock. His beautiful thick throbbing cock.
He picked me up and put me on a nearby counter and stuck his tongue into my pussy straight through to my crotchless panties. He continued to tongue fuck me until I cried out begging him to plunge it inside me.
He put his hand over my mouth and said:
"Not yet Babe, not yet."
With that he laid me on my side on top of the store rooms old shoe repair work bench. He began to gently work and deep massage me all over.
Reaching for a nearby pail of of olive oil the store kept for lubricating dry leather, he poured some of it into an adjoining stack of bowls.
He then began working the oil into me until he could easily insert his finger into my tight ass hole while taking his other finger from his other hand and rubbing my clit.
He did this over and over again while I groaned out in pure ecstasy. I took hold of thick steel shaft waving freely above me and tamed it down by licking its underside along the blue vein until all of his concentration was transfered from me to the center of his own hardness.
Now it was his turn to enjoy what he had so freely given to me. I changed my rhythms from slow to fast each time bringing him to the brink of his endurance and then letting up until he stopped me once more and picked me up into his strong muscular arms and carried me to the front display window where mall customer were walking by. He quickly shut off the
lights in the window before placing me down.
Laying me on the elevated soft plush burgandy carpeted floor of the window I lay perfectly still with his jacket over me.
Cary dosed all additional lighting and put the "Closed For Business" sign on the door before he returned
to my arms.
We then laid there fucking through his boxer shorts and my crotchless panties while hundreds of people in the mall walked by unaware of our thundering crescendo - the one which transported us into another dimension of time and space.
At last we lay at peace in each others arms totally content. We drifted sound asleep until late afternoon.
Waking we cleaned up the best we could and returned to the hotel where we discovered not only were our suites in close proximity to each other, they were on the same floor.
That night at dinner we enjoyed each others company and talked business. I hired him as my new manager and his first official responsibility was to close the store for a week so we could enjoy each others company at the Venetian Resort Hotel and also take in the "Shoe and Handbag Show" at the WSA Show July 31 through August 2, 2009 at the Las Vegas Convention Center.
We figured that would still give us about 4 hours a day to concentrate on revitalizing and organizing the store. I think he will make a wonderful manager and I will at last found a great new manager I like. Next time I come to town I will be "The Shoe Store Owner With Benefits".
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