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these are my silver 6inchforever heels.
see me wearing them outside to go shopping and then in a coffe shop.
Power Play in Nylons and Heels- Part 2 of 4
Tracy sat down, crossing her legs to reveal just the right amount of nylon covered leg. She could see his eyes dart down again, and she took a deep breath to calm her nerves. "Thank you, Steve," she began, her voice steady and professional. "I've been looking forward to this salary review. I believe my performance over the past year has been nothing short of exceptional."
Steve nodded, his eyes flicking back to her face. He opened her file and shuffled through the pages. "Your sales numbers are certainly impressive," he said, stroking his chin. "But you know, it's not just about the numbers."
Tracy leaned forward slightly, placing her elbows on her knees. She knew this was the opening she needed. "Of course," she said, her voice low and earnest. "It's about the value I bring to the team, the relationships I build with clients, and the way I represent the company."
Steve's gaze drifted down to her legs again, lingering on the way the suntan nylons hugged her legs. She subtly shifted her weight, causing the fabric to tighten even more. His eyes traveled down to her red high heels, which she had chosen specifically because she had noticed that he always locked his eyes on them before many times in the office.
Steve would not only lock his eyes on Tracy's heels, but the other girls heels in the office when they wore them. It was common knowledge in the office with all the girls, that he had a fixation on red high heels,
Steve started thinking about the clicking of her heels on the tile floor in the office, which had been a constant rhythm throughout the year, a sound to him, that seemed to promise success with every step she took.
He cleared his throat once more and took a moment to compose himself. "Indeed, it's about all of that," he agreed, his voice a little gruffer than before. "But let's not forget your...ah...teamwork skills."
To be continued…
Power Play in Nylons and Heels- Part 1 of 4
Her suntan nylons glowed under the fluorescent lights, and the sound of her 6" red high heels clicking against the tile floor echoed down the corridor as she approached her boss Steve's office.
Steve looked up from his desk, his gaze lingering on her legs before meeting her eyes. She felt a slight smirk tug at the corners of her mouth, knowing she had his attention. He cleared his throat and leaned back in his chair, the leather groaning under his weight. "Take a seat," he said, gesturing to the chair across from him.
She sat down to the side of his desk on the couch against the windows, so he could get a full unobstructed view of her. He was expecting her to sit in front of him, but Tracy understood the politics of power positions within an office. By sitting in front of the desk, he had the power. By placing herself to one side of him, she balanced the power in the room.
"You know, Tracy," Steve said, his eyes glancing over the pile of paperwork on his desk, "I've noticed your dedication around here."
Tracy nodded, her heart racing in her chest. Tracy had been waiting with anticipation for this performance review for several months now. She had been stellar with her sales assignments and had helped the company earn quite a bit of income from her efforts.
She knew this was it. The moment she had been waiting for. She had picked out her outfit with precision, the white blouse and black leather miniskirt, suntan nylons, red high heels, a subtle reminder of the power she wielded in the office.
To be continued…
Vertrockneter Tannenbaum und halterlose Nylons in der Mülltonne.
Ein Paar offensichtlich ungetragene Nylons und ein vertrockneter Tannenbaum, warten darauf vom Müllwagen verschlungen zu werden. Für die halterlosen Nylons ist die Sache noch einmal gut ausgegangen, sie sind in der Waschmaschine gelandet.
Power Play in Nylons and Heels- Part 3 of 4
Tracy nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "I've noticed that my, I mean, our clients adore me, Steve. They've expressed to me on several occasions how comfortable they feel when I'm the one handling their accounts. It's about trust and chemistry, isn't it?"
Steve's face grew red, and he coughed into his fist. "Ah, yes. Chemistry." He paused, looking at the figure in her skirt, before focusing back on her face. "And what do you think your...chemistry...is worth?"
Tracy leaned back in her chair, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "I know exactly what it's worth," she said, her eyes sparkling with confidence. "But let's not put a price tag on something as intangible as that, shall we?" She watched as Steve's eyes widened slightly, his mind racing.
"But your hard work, your dedication," Steve said, his voice thick with something unspoken. "That deserves a number." He scribbled something down on a piece of paper and slid it across the desk to her. "This is what we're prepared to offer."
Tracy picked up the paper, her eyes widening at the figure. It was significantly more than she had expected. She glanced back up at Steve, whose gaze was still glued to her. The smell of his cologne filled the air, mingling with the faint scent of her own perfume. "Wow," she said, her voice just a whisper. "This is...very generous."
To be continued…