Shoe Store

"Good morning Emily, how are things today?" Samantha, a young clerk at The Shoe Fly, a store in the local mall says as she strolls into the store to start her usual shift. "Things are good," Emily, the store's middle-aged owner replies as she fumbles through some paperwork at the counter, her usual morning routine before opening. "Alison and Keri are in the back processing the shipments we got in if you'd like to go help them." "Sure thing," Samantha replies as she heads behind the counter and into the stockroom where her coworkers have already emptied several boxes of overnight shipments, stocking the long racks with the new product.
"Hey Em's," Keri greets her co-worker and classmate from the local community college. "Hey Emily," Alison chimes in from atop the ladder she is using to stock the shelves. Alison, one of the few full-time workers at the store, is considered Emily's second-in-command. Emily quickly tosses her jacket aside and heads towards the few remaining boxes stacked near the back door, making quick work of the first few boxes which had little more than a few pair each replenishing sizes of in stock items from the past few days. But as she struggles to drag a larger box to the middle of the floor, she looks to Alison, "Hey Al, is this a new brand or something...never heard of these...heck I cannot even pronounce it...Er-esh-ki-gal or something like that?" she struggles to read the name from the box." "Hmmmm, I'm not sure, I've never heard of it, but who knows Emily is ordering half the time." "Okies," Emily replies, shrugging her shoulders after a quick search on the outside of the box for a packing slip and finding none, before taking her box cutter and gliding it through the tape atop the box.
As the knife glides through the tape, a rush of air seems to flow from the box, a strong musky scent of leather and even "feet?" Emily thinks to herself as the scent washes over her as she leans in and takes a deep breath...almost giggling for a moment as she pulls back the flaps of the box releasing even more of the lovely scent into the air around her. Emily reaches into the box, a bit dazed, grabbing the first smaller box inside, looking it over confused by the relative lack of marking on it, just a plain white box without even a size on it. "How the heck are we going to sort through these," she thinks to herself though her thoughts seem a bit cloudy. As she flips open the box, another wave of the strong scent washes over her..."so pretty..." she whispers to herself as she glances down at the ultra-shiny, black patent peep toe pumps inside..."they look like Loubou's" she thinks to herself but giggling as she notices a shiny pink sole where the trademark read sole normally is, slowly pulling the box closer to her face without even thinking about it. Oddly, she brings the box all the way to her face, lowering her face into it, her nose pressed between the pair of heels inside, her chest noticeably rising and falling in an ultra-deep breath.
By the time Emily is lowering the box from her face, Keri has finally made her way over to help out with the large shipment, her senses having already been assaulted by the scent and aroma flowing from the box from afar, but even more strongly now that she stands over the box across from Emily. "So what gives with the new heel...heels..." Emily's coworker and classmate struggles to complete her thought as she shakes her head, as if trying to shake the confusion that has suddenly taken hold of her from her brain. To Emily, it is as if Keri is not even there, the young girl reaching down and pulling her current heels from her tan hosed feet, letting them clunk loudly to the cement floor below, before she takes one of the pink-soled heels from the box and glides her right foot inside. The shoe at first seems a bit big for her, but the leather seems to tighten around her hosed foot as she glides it inside, a gripping sensation that makes the girl moan a bit in pleasure. As she glides her left foot into the other heel, she bites her lip and moans softly as the shoe again gabs hold of her foot, basking it in its soft, buttery insides as she seems to grow weak, leaning back against the large steel shelving for support for a moment, before finding herself sliding down weaker and weaker to the floor below. The young girl just sits and focusses, focusses on how pretty her feet look in the lovely heels, how wonderful they make her feet feel, and the even more intense scents that seem to be wafting towards her senses as the leather, her pantyhose, and her feet meld together into a wonderful aromatic dessert.
Keri herself has barely noticed her friend's seemingly melting away only a few steps away from her, for she too has seemingly fallen under the spell of the wonderful aroma flowing from the large box sitting wide open on the floor. She flips open the box atop the pile inside and, much like Emily was, is hit with the intense aroma flowing from the fresh leather of an amazing pair of bright blue, sling-back peep toe pumps, with that same bright pink sole, Keri taking one of the heels in her hands with such care and gentleness it is as if she is handling a robin's egg. Her hands seems to be moving on their own as she caresses the show in her palms, slowly raising it towards her face, her pressing against the insole deep in the toe of the shoe, her lips also pressing against the insole as the strap comes to rest under her chin. A deep breath in, and she seemingly faints to the floor below, still pressing the heel to her face, her eyes seemingly drifting off in a vacant stare as she inhales and exhales. Her free hand reaches behind her and peels away her shoes from her shiny white, reinforced toe, hosed feet, before she falls completely limp on the floor, her only movement being her deep, deep breaths.
Alison has remained somewhat hidden away from the scene, working her way up and down a stepladder re-stocking product a short ways down a nearby aisle, but the soft aroma flowing from the box a short distance away has made it to her senses. Alison finds herself breathing in and out, so very deeply, almost sighing as she continues working, breaths that seem to fill her with a sense of joy, as if she were being drugged. At one point she playfully kicks her heels from her black hosed feet, her shoes clunking loudly down the ladder to the floor below, before she feels compelled to climb down the ladder and drift, somewhat aimlessly, towards the front of the stockroom and the box of new shoes. Once there she looks to her coworkers...Samantha on the floor, her back against the storage rack as she looks upon her own feet and her new heels with such love and devotion in her eyes, breathing so, so deeply...Keri on the floor directly below her, her hosed feet and toes wiggling as her eyes flutter as she lays there sniffing the lovely sling-back pump she holds firmly to her face. Despite the look of confusion on her face, the stammering, "what...what is...is going...on" flowing from her lips, Alison does not try to assist her coworkers, she does not try to run, she simply looks down at the large box in front of her, seemingly knowing that it is the source of the wonderful scent that has filled her mind with such joy...
Emily has remained at the counter at the front for the store all morning. She presses the button unlocking and forcing the gate to the store to open her shop for business, before curiously looking back towards the stockroom thinking "where are those girls at? There were not that many boxes to unpack today." She tidies up a few things at the counter, and a few items on her display racks, before heading back into the stockroom to make sure the girls are ready to open.
"Hey girls, I have everything up front ready to go, are you all done with...oh...oh my...my God!" the store owner catches herself mid-sentence as she looks up, her eye and mind not quite comprehending exactly what she is seeing. First she sees her friend, her "second in command" Alison, kneeling on the floor, squatting atop a red patent leather platform peep-to pump, her black hosed pussy lips pressing deep and grinding against the leather right down to the insole, her pussy juices flowing from the toe opening. Alison has the other red shoe held tightly upside down to her face with both of her hands, breathing deeply and seemingly cumming with each and every breath. "My God Alison what...what are you...you doing? What is...is wrong with you?" Emily quivers as she draws nearer, sensing right away something is not right, as she sees her friend's tongue frantically flickering against the insole of the heel pressed against her face, her eyes glowing the same bright pink color of the sole of the shoe held to her face.
On the floor next to Alison Emily sees Keri, laying there with the bright blue pump held to her face with one hand, her other hand reaching behind herself and playfully tickling her own hosed feet which dance and wiggle beneath her fingertips. Keri's eyes also glow the same bright pink as the sole of the show pressed to her face as she too laps at the insole with her tongue, her saliva forming a small puddle on the floor against her cheek.
Finally, Emily's stunned gaze makes its way to Samantha, the young girl sitting on the floor, her back pressed against the shelving, her right foot pulled to her face, the black patent heel dangling from her toes, as she kisses and laps and sucks the sole and arch of her white hosed foot while breathing in and out so, so deeply...as if she is savoring the aroma of her own foot and shoe as she worships her own foot, her eyes glowing the same pink color as the sole of the heel dangling from her toes.
Emily looks on is disbelief...not sure what to do, not sure who to call, not sure who would even believe her.