Toe-Tally Unprofessional Ch. 02

I climbed out of the taxi and strode quickly through the drizzling rain into the bar. It was a familiar place, not far from the office but I had still gone home to shower, dress up and apply some fresh aftershave after the long work day. Despite taking the time to return to my apartment and book a taxi into town I was still the first to arrive. I had learned long ago working in a female dominated department the time difference in getting ready for a night out. This one was to be the night out to end all nights out. Our Head of Department Nicole had shocked us all when she was announced she was leaving. I had been surprised myself but some of the girls in her team, particularly Jane and Debra had been devastated by the news. Nicole had mentored and guided them over the years but was now moving on to pastures new. She could be hawkish at times if you got on the wrong side of her, but was diligent and well respected across the organisation, a healthy respect I shared. She also had a reputation in the team for being a strong drinker and instigator, behaviour we had all braced ourselves for this evening.
I went to the bar and ordered myself a bourbon old fashioned before taking a large booth in the corner that would comfortably seat us all. Nicole soon arrived after that with her deputy Rachel. Nicole was older than me by about 10-15 years, putting her in her early to mid-forties. She had pointed features, with a slender body and a beaming smile. She had opted for a pair of pointed toe court heels with tight jeans and a casual white top and black jacket. Rachel was dressed in the same outfit she had worn in the office that day. Nicole emitted a beaming smile as she saw me in the corner.
"You're keen! Starting early?"
"Only way to go!" I replied.
"Don't be getting too far ahead, it is going to be a long night!"
"What are you on?" Rachel asked.
"Bourbon old fashioned."
"Strong to start. Reckon we will stick to gin for now."
"None of the girls here yet?" Nicole queried.
"Haven't seen any of them yet."
"Shocking! Some of them left as early as 3.30 to get to their hotels to get ready! Hope they didn't get started in their rooms!" Nicole laughed.
She and Rachel stepped away to the bar to sort their first drinks. They returned and we chatted for about half an hour before the first of the girls started to arrive. Lauren and Katie were the first to arrive and had shared a taxi into town. They were relatively local so didn't feel the need for a hotel and had partners coming to collect them. I was more intrigued to see the next arrivals. It had been over a year since I had found myself at the mercy of Jane's feet. I still vividly recall every moment I spent that afternoon below her desk, hungrily worshipping her feet (see my story 'An Office Foot Slave -- Uncovered'). She was naturally demure and retreating in her personality anyway, but had especially kept her distance since our encounter, meeting any glances from myself to her dainty feet with a roll of her eyes or dismissive scowl. Our mutual colleague Debra meanwhile had been far more genial in our interactions both around the office and on nights out. It was now just over 6 months since I had the privilege of worshipping her flawless feet following an awards dinner the previous summer (see my story 'Toe-Tally Unprofessional'). Where Jane had been distant, aloof and cold, Debra had been more friendly and teasing, finding amusement from her insider knowledge of my fetish. When wearing open toed shoes in the office, she would ask me in the privacy of the photocopy room or the staff kitchen what I thought of her pedicure, or on nights out like this ask me in front of the other girls what I thought of her new shoes, much to their bemusement and confusion. Despite their opposing reactions, nothing could prepare me for how they both looked that evening.
Debra and Jane were the last to arrive and as they strode in my heart missed a beat. Jane had her auburn hair long and straightened down past her shoulders. She was wearing a tight black top paired with a leather jacket and wet look black leggings that clung to her long and toned legs. On her feet, she was wearing a pair of black patent strappy heeled sandals I had seen her wear before which were modelling a sexy natural pedicure. Debra had her hair blonde and boldly shaped as always, encircling her face. She opted for a leopard print top, with the first two buttons undone and paired with the same tight wet look black leggings as Jane. On her feet, perhaps swayed by the colder weather, she had opted to wear a pair of glittery thin ankle socks on her feet paired with silver strappy heeled sandals similar to Jane's. The socks were thin enough however to make out a bright orange coloured pedicure on her toes. They strode in and sat at the table, with Debra sitting closest me.
"Sorry we're late, got held up getting ready."
"You better get started quick, you're nearly 2 rounds behind!" Nicole joked.
"We will, don't worry! What are you on? Looks dangerous!" Debra palandöken escort said turning to me.
"Bourbon old fashioned."
"Those are lethal! Brave starting with those before we even get to shots!"
"Have you really been getting ready in the hotel all this time?"
"Hey, perfection takes time! Not the whole time. I decided to book myself in for a nail appointment after leaving work early and before checking into the hotel. Speaking of which, what are your thoughts?" Debra said, her eyes pointing under the table at her flexing toes in the heeled sandals.
"Very nice." I replied.
"Why thank-you! Thought they paired well with the shoes."
"What are you two talking about?" Jane interjected, looking up from her phone.
"I was just asking what he thought of my pedicure."
"Oh, I am sure he was very interested." Said Jane drily.
"Well just asking for a second opinion since I went to the trouble of the appointment that made us late!" Debra chirped.
"Well, if you're done with the fashion advice, shall we get ourselves some drinks to catch up?"
"How about I get the round in this time?" I said.
"If you want." Jane replied.
"Thanks!" Debra replied.
I returned from the bar with two gin and tonics for each of them to get started. The night grew steadily more raucous as the rounds passed. Stories of previous legendary nights out, awards parties and office gossip flew like wildfire as Nicole walked down memory lane with the team. There were plenty of group photos and jokes and before too long the talk of shots began. In the intervening hours, a band had set up to play live music and started playing a mixture of old favourites. The music and shots soon had people up dancing together as a team. I found myself whirling Debra and Jane around a few times, though the former was more enthusiastic than the latter. Nicole happily shared a dance with me and by the time we returned to the table the trays of shots were awaiting us. Not long after, the first faders began to depart. Rachel was lifted by her husband and Katie and Lauren by their respective partners. Nicole excused herself to go to the bathroom leaving me with Jane and Debra.
"How is Nicole getting home? Doesn't she live a good bit out of the city?" I asked.
"She is sleeping on a friend's sofa tonight. Just a taxi journey and I think it is coming soon. What do we think another round?" Debra chirped.
"Has to be the last one for me. Really feel those shots hitting and my feet are killing me." Jane lamented.
"How are you all going to party like this after I go!?" Nicole said as she returned.
"We might actually survive future nights out!" I replied.
"Sure, that is no fun." She said, looking at her phone. "That's my taxi here. Would you mind walking me out?"
"No problem."
Nicole gathered her things and said emotional goodbyes to Debra and Jane. We left them at the table as I guided her outside and found her waiting taxi. Nicole turned to me and hugged me.
"Been an absolute pleasure working with you and we better keep in touch. Maybe get another night out like this soon!"
"I look forward to it."
"One last thing. I expect as our resident office gentleman you know to make sure those girls get in safe? Their hotel is not too far away, so you should be able to share a taxi."
"Of course, I will get it sorted."
"I knew you would. Bye!" She said cheerily before shutting the taxi door.
I returned to Jane and Debra who were looking at their phones.
"She get away OK?" Debra asked.
"Of course."
"Let me guess, she still asked you to get us home safe?"
"You know Nicole." I replied.
"Not a bad shout. That hotel was confusing enough to navigate!"
"Fair enough. But what do we reckon, time for one more?" I asked.
"Nah I think things are winding down. But we do have some stuff in our room if you felt like an after party?" Debra asked.
"Seriously Debra? The shots aren't hitting you enough?" Jane replied.
"Just a night cap. What do you say?" Debra said turning to me.
"Don't see why not."
We settled up for our last round and arranged a shared taxi. We climbed out at Debra and Jane's hotel. It was one of the economy hotels that had popped up for the night out trade but was relatively new. I walked with them through the lobby.
"Room number?" I asked.
"501. It is one of the top floor rooms." Debra said as we entered the lift.
"Fancy. Practically the penthouse."
"It is the closest thing to one in a hotel like this. We thought we would share a room to keep things cheap." Jane said.
I let the girls go first out of the lift and walked to the end of the corridor. They stumbled in their heels trying to stay between the walls of the corridor. Opening the door to their room it was quite impressive. A sitting area with two armchairs and a sofa was immediately in front, with a window beyond looking out over the city. To the right was a large unit with palu escort an in-built TV and the mini bar tucked to the left-hand side. The bedroom was to the left of the sitting area, with two large double beds and a bathroom tucked to the left just off it.
"Thanks again. Pick your poison." Debra said, striding to the mini bar. "We have some wine, prosecco plus a couple of alcopops."
"I'll take a wine."
"Sure. Jane?"
"Nothing for me. I just need water and to get out of these heels." She replied.
Jane stumbled to one of the armchairs and threw herself into it. She leaned down and began inspecting and probing at the straps of her heels. The heels had left visible red lines on her feet where the straps had pinched and as she arched her feet I could just about see her soles appeared specked with dirt.
"There you go." Debra said, handing me my glass.
"Thanks." I replied, moving to sit on the sofa opposite Jane.
Debra poured herself a wine and sat down in the other armchair beside Jane.
"Surely your feet aren't much better?" Jane said to Debra, looking down at her feet.
"I guess they are pretty sore. If only we had an obliging gentleman to offer a foot massage." Debra said wryly, sipping her drink and glancing at me.
"Him? Oh, I have experienced his type of massage."
My heart stopped. I sipped my drink nervously. Debra frowned and turned to Jane.
"What do you mean?"
"Well. Just that he's...you know..." Jane fumbled.
"Wait a minute. Do you mean you know about his...foot thing?" Debra said.
"Wait, you know about it too?" Jane queried.
"How do you know about it?" Debra asked.
"Because, the winter after you started, during the bad blizzard, there was a day he and I were working alone together in the office and I came back to my desk to find him under it sniffing my worn office flats!" Jane said.
"What!?" Debra shrieked. "Are you serious!? You caught him sniffing your shoes!?"
"Yeah! I know!"
"But what did you mean by 'his type of massage'?"
"Well. Rather than send him packing, I thought it might be fun seeing what he was into. So, he stayed under my desk and he licked and sucked my feet whilst he jerked himself off."
"Oh my God! Are you serious!? I actually think I remember you on calls that day. No wonder you seemed distracted!"
"How do you know about it?" Jane asked Debra.
"After the awards dinner last summer. I had sort of noticed his wandering looks at my feet in heels half the night and decided to corner him about it after he helped me back to my hotel. Started with a foot massage and before too long he was sucking and licking my feet."
"Oh my God! What a pervert! Have you just been working your way through the feet of all the girls in the office!?" Jane asked me.
"I wouldn't put it that way. It just sort of happened." I tried to fumble a reply.
"All that business of 'keep it between us' and here was Jane already knowing exactly what a foot perv you were!" Debra chided.
"Such a pervert!" Jane joined.
"Look, I didn't mean anything by it or want to create awkwardness around it. I admit I enjoy women's feet and I thought both times it was just a bit of harmless fun. But I swear, no one else in the office knows. I am happy to go if you want me to." I said, preparing to leave.
"Not so fast. Maybe we don't want you to leave." Jane said.
"What are you thinking?" Debra said.
"Well, seems to me that both of us knowing about it just means both of us can take advantage of it. Sounds like both of us found it quite fun. I think maybe for tricking us both into thinking we were the only ones who knew that maybe deserves a bit of compensation." Jane said.
"Compensation?" I replied.
"That actually sounds like a good idea." Debra said. "How about, you reimburse us for our hotel room, our drinks tonight and taxis. In exchange, we let you massage our feet and do your 'thing' with them. Enjoy your kinky little fetish and in essence, we get a free night out. Sound fair?"
"Seems fair to me." Jane echoed.
The two girls turned to me and I felt their harsh gazes burn into me.
"Are you serious? You both want me to worship your feet?"
"And pay for our night. That's exactly right. What's the problem?" Jane said.
"Yeah, I don't see an issue." Debra said.
"It's just, I mean..." I fumbled.
"I think if you really had an issue with it, you would have left by now. So why don't you stop messing about and do as we say." Jane said.
"As you say..." I replied.
"Good. Thought you would agree. Now, first things first, I think you are wearing too much for this job. Take off your clothes, down to your boxers." Jane ordered.
"Oh, good idea Jane. Love how you take control." Debra said with a smirk.
"Come on foot perv, we don't have all night." Jane chided.
I stood and obliged, slipping off my blazer, shirt, shoes, socks and jeans and placing them on my seat.
"Good. Looks like someone pamukkale escort is getting excited already." Jane said drily. "Start with Debra's heels, they must be hurting her poor feet."
I began to step over when Jane stopped me.
"Not so fast. Did I say walk? Crawl over. On your knees."
The girls looked on, one sipping her wine and the other water as I crawled to the floor before Debra. She looked down at me and wriggled her toes against her glitter socks and straps of her silver heels.
"Kiss her toes." Jane purred.
"Mmm, yes please. They need a bit of warming up even wearing these socks." Debra said.
I reached Debra on my hands and knees and lowered my face towards her feet. She wriggled her toes again as my lips softly made contact with the material at the tips of her toes. I began getting the faintest hint of their aroma and a sense of how pungent her soles and between her toes must have smelled from a night in socks, even as thin as they were. I felt my cock starting to twitch and grow in my boxers as I kissed each of her toes, allowing the warm breath of my exhaling to graze them as she and Jane eyed me closely.
"So, you caught him sniffing your shoes?" Debra queried.
"Red handed. I just came back from the bathroom and there he was on his knees. I didn't call him out right away. It was clear he hadn't heard me coming back so I watched for a few seconds as he sniffed the worn soles and reached to touch himself. If I hadn't said anything it was clear he would have got out his cock and wanked as he sniffed them."
"So bold! Guess he took advantage as only you were in that day."
"What about you? When did you clock he was a pervert?" Jane asked.
"Was more of a slow burn. I noticed glances here and there for a while but decided to corner him about it after the awards ceremony in the summer. Oh yes, he just couldn't take his eyes off my pretty little toes that night. Nicole was her usual self and wanted to make sure I got back to my hotel OK so sent him with me and I decided to have some fun asking for a foot massage. Was so funny how he started blushing. By the end he was on the floor and I wanked him off with my feet. Made a big mess all over them."
"You let him cum over your feet?"
"You didn't? Never made a guy cum with just my feet before. Felt different. Powerful. Should have seen the look on his face. Like the look of a man who had been crawling the desert for weeks and just had his first sip of water. Wasn't that right foot pervert? Take off my shoes and give my sore little feet a massage."
I quietly obeyed Debra's order, unfastening and slowly slipping her small dainty feet free from their shoes. The aroma grew more prevalent as her glitter sock clad feet were freed from the silver heels. I leaned back on my legs and raised my upper body, revealing my excitement for the first time.
"Oh dear. Can't really hide how much you are enjoying this can you foot perv?" Jane purred.
"No, he really can't Jane." Debra said with a smirk. "He told me all about how much he loves the look, feel, smell and taste of feet. How much do you want to smell them?" Debra asked.
"I think you know how much." I replied, flicking my glance down to my excitement.
"Beg her." Jane said.
"What?"
"You heard her. Seems reasonable. Beg to sniff my feet." Debra replied with a smile, taking another sip of wine.
"Please Debra can I sniff your gorgeous feet?" I asked.
"Beg harder pervert." Debra chided, pushing one of her feet into my chest. "I want to hear more desperation. Say 'please Goddess Debra, may I sniff the aroma of your fragrant, fabulous feet'. Can you do that?"
"Goddess Debra? You've done some homework on this." Jane said wryly.
"Oh yes. I was curious when we had our night in the hotel. But after that I did some more research. Found a whole treasure trove online of women ordering men around and making them worship their feet. Occurred to me it would be right up his street. So, what will it be our little toe sucker?"
"Yes Goddess Debra. May I please have the privilege of sniffing your flawless, fragrant and fabulous feet." I replied.
"Much better. You may."
I cupped Debra's feet in my hands and leaned my face into her sock clad soles. As I suspected, the socks had created a burst of aroma. The scent was exceptional. The glitter socks were thin enough to let through the sensational scent from her soles, but had clearly been thick enough to keep her feet and toes warm in the cold weather. The soft, silky underside of the socks, pressed against the leather sole of her strappy heels had served to create a powerful perfume from the sweat of her soles. I found myself moaning as I drank in the smell, my body tensing and quivering as I buried my face against Debra's soles.
"Well based on that reaction Debra your feet must smell either very bad or very good. I guess for him they both mean the same thing. Certainly getting a good response down there..." Jane joked, her eyes flicking down to my cock pulsing against my boxers.
"I know! Always made me wonder how he would react to my worn gym socks." Debra giggled. "Don't just sniff them! I need them massaged as well!" Debra scolded, softly slapping the side of my face with one of her glitter sock clad feet.