Shelle Rivers dressed in all black, a daring top, mini-skirt, fishnets and heels
Shelle looked around the room and spied a booth with couple of guys wearing Colorado State sweatshirts. “Ooh, My favorite hobby. College boys.” She stood and smoothed her skirt. “Order me french toast and a side of grits. Be back in a bit.” She sauntered off toward her prey.
Shelle rocked her hips as she scooted around the tables. The two college students watched with wide eyes and open jaws as she approached their booth.
She stopped at a table across from the booth, grabbed a chair, turned it to face the boys, sat and crossed her legs. Her black skirt rose dangerously high on her thighs.
“Hello boys,” she said in her utterly charming Southern accent. “I’m Shelle.
”The boy on her left said, “My name is Jer—”“I don’t care.” Shelle waved her hand dismissively.
“What I do care about is what you think of my new shoes?”“S—Shoes?” the two said in unison.“Of course,” said Shelle with a not-so-innocent looking smile.
“I just got these last week. Nine hundred dollars.” She lifted her left foot to allow a better look. Black leather straps secured by silver studs wrapped around Shelle’s delicate foot and a third of away up her shin.
The heel was a four-inch spike and a sparkly silver.“Nine hundred dollars is a lot to spend on shoes,” said the boy on the right.
Shelle giggled. “I didn’t spend that. These were a gift from a devoted admirer.” She lowered her left foot and re-crossed her legs. “So, what do you think?”The boys stared, but didn’t answer.She grinned. “Maybe you’re having a little trouble thinking…“
That’s okay…“I can do all the thinking for you…“You’d like that wouldn’t you…“Just listening to my voice…“And staring at my shoes…“My shoes are quite lovely…
“Exciting…“Dangerous…“Seductive…“Don’t you just love the heels…“Long…“Silver…“Sexy…“And the black straps…“The way they wrap up my legs…“The way they hug my feet…“And don’t forget my adorable little toes…”She wiggled her toes.
The boys gasped in response.“That’s right, boys…“You just love my toes…“My feet…“My shoes…“You feel the need to be closer…“Nearer to my wonderful feet…“And my sexy shoes…“Kneeling is always good idea…”The two slipped out of the booth onto the floor and knelt before Shelle.“That’s right boys…“Feels so good to kneel before me…“Feels so good to stare at my shoes…“You start to notice how my shoes control you…”She twirled her right foot.
Their eyes followed along, circling in their sockets.“Around…“And around…“And around…“You could do this forever…“Just watching my shoe…“My foot…“My toes…“Nothing you’d rather do…“Than sit…“And stare…”She giggled.“Except maybe lick them…“Can you imagine…“Running your tongue up and down the shaft of my heels…“Cleaning the dirty soles…“Grit accumulating in your mouth…“Just so hot…“Isn’t it…“Let the idea burn into your mind…“And consume you…“Want my shoes…“Worship my shoes…“Obsess over my shoes…“Desire to clean my shoes…“What would you do…“What would you offer…“For the chance…“To worship my shoes…“To clean my shoes…“With your unworthy tongues…“Think about how divine it would be…“The single greatest moment of your lives…“You’d offer anything, everything…“For the honor…“For the privilege…“Of cleaning the soles of my shoes with your tongues…“Wouldn’t you?”
They both nodded slowly. Shelle laughed. “Out with your wallets, boys! Let’s see if you can make it worth my while.”Shelle returned to the table, sat down and slapped a wad of bills on the table. “I’ve got gas money covered.”
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