Andrea's Beginnings

by

Candy Heels

 

Part 7 

 

Andrea could not believe how happy she felt inside. She was living a dream. Here she was at work as an attractive young woman and everyone was being so nice to her.

"I guess it's time to show you the store. I want you to be able to find everything. Most ladies that shop here are regular customers and have an account. You need only run their store card through this machine. They can also use a credit card in this and it's fine to accept personal cheques as well. Now maybe I should show you where everything is."

They walked through the shop and she could see he carried everything from wonderfully classic business clothes to lingerie and evening dresses. Everything was of the finest quality and was also very expensive. The first customer distracted their tour as she entered.

"Good morning Mrs. Williams."

The lady was older but lovely. She was in her fifties but was very fit and very attractive. She wore a light pink business suit with a skirt and jacket, a wine colored blouse with a cowl neck, sheer nylons and soft pink leather pumps with a little 2 ½" heel. Andrea thought to herself how much nicer she would look if her heels were high.

"Mrs. Williams, please meet my new assistant Andrea. Andrea this is Mrs. Williams, one of my most valued customers."

"I am so pleased to meet you Mrs. Williams; Good morning."

Mrs. Williams extended her hand and said,

"It is very nice to meet you Andrea. William Jay, are you making this poor young girl work in those high heels?" and she smiled.

"Actually it seems to be her own idea."

Andrea protested,

"No Mrs. Williams, I do not wear low heels."

Mrs. Williams smiled a wry smile and changed the subject.

"I would like to find a black skirt and sweater combination for a casual meeting at the club this weekend."

Bill offered,

"I will let you ladies browse while I see to some chores that demand my time."

Andrea showed Mrs. Williams to the skirt rack in the back of the shop. They made small talk about the lovely spring weather as Mrs. Williams looked through the selection.

"Andrea, are you sure that Bill did not make you wear those heels? He is very fond of high heeled shoes."

Andrea wondered how she might know this. She had become aware that Bill liked her high heels but how would a customer know?

"No Ma'am, he did not make me. I have been wearing high heels since I was 13." She loved the irony of this.

"I used to wear high heels all the time when I was younger. I still have closets full of shoes with heels like yours. I would love to still wear them but I am probably too old now."

Andrea protested,

"Oh not at all Mrs. Williams. You are lovely and you should wear whatever you like."

Mrs. Williams selected a black skirt in a lovely linen material and they walked to the sweater selection.

"Maybe I should try. I always felt better in high heels, so much more self-assured. But I am sure you know what I mean," and she smiled.

"Oh yes, I do know exactly." Andrea smiled deeply.

"That sweater is perfect."

Hanging on the wall was a low cut, hand-embroidered sweater with silver and gold accents. Mr. Jay had displayed it on the wall above the sweater rack but it was a little too high up for either of them to reach.

"Let me get Bill to help us get that down for you."

Andrea went to find him but he was not in the store. She did however find a small stepladder, which she took back. She realized that climbing this in her stiletto heels would be impossible and she remembered the day at school when Sarah had to change a light using a similar ladder.

Trying to emulate what Sarah had done, Andrea stepped out of her high heels and climbed that ladder. She retrieved the sweater and handed it to Mrs. Williams. Her pumps had fallen over when she took them off so she bent and stood them side-by-side and stepped up into them one at a time. Whatever it was about this, it again stirred those wonderful feelings of her femininity and it helped when Mrs. Williams said,

"You are very adept in those heels. Now I know that I must get mine back out. I wear size 8B. What size are you?"

"I wear size 6 Ma'am."

"I am going to try this on. I will be right back."

Andrea waited at the front while Mrs. Williams changed. When she came out, she looked fabulous. The skirt was a straight tight style and the sweater was low cut. Both showed that Mrs. Williams still had the figure of a young woman. Among the shoes at the back there must have been a selection of some nice pumps because she was now wearing a pair of very attractive black patent pumps with low cut and very pointed toes and a stiletto heel almost 4" high. It was clear that she too was quite confident in high heels as she pirouetted in front of the mirror examining her new outfit.

"Oh Mrs. Williams, you look so good in that outfit."

"Thank you, I feel good too. You don't think I look like I am trying to be too young?"

"Not at all!! You look perfect." Andrea's broad genuine kindness and her smile was infecting because Mrs. Williams really did feel good.

"These heels make me feel better again too. Somewhere at home I have a pair like this but I think that they're even higher like yours. I think I am going to wear them. Thank you for helping me find myself again. This is fun. I will take both." She returned to the back to change.

Andrea smiled broadly and thought to herself how odd it was that she, really a teenage boy discovering the wonder of being a woman, of being feminine, and loving the tiptoe joy of high delicate heels, could help a woman to recapture her own femininity.

Andrea swiped Mrs. Williams card through the machine and almost gasped when the bill appeared for her signature. She had spent $492.00 on a skirt and sweater and did not even blink an eye at the total.

"Thank you so much Mrs. Williams. I love the outfit and I hope you have fun at your party."

"No Andrea, thank you for helping me. I know how good I am going to feel wearing it."

Bill congratulated her on her first large sale. He seemed very happy for her. He said he had a very important errand to run and left saying that she would be fine managing the store. The store was relatively quiet for a while. A few women came to browse, a few made minor purchases of pantyhose, scarves and minor accessories but generally Andrea had the store to herself.

Her arches her getting a bit tired and it seemed that her feet were sliding forward into her pumps. She stepped behind the counter and tried what Sarah had suggested. She stepped out of her high heels and using a can of soda, she rolled her arches back and forth across the can. It felt wonderful. The tension in her feet eased immediately and when she stepped back into her heels it was as if she had just put them on.

He timing was perfect because just as she put them on, Jennifer, the girl she met from school came into the store. Jennifer was really pretty and she was wearing a cute denim skirt and a powder blue blouse and loafers with a flat heel.

"Hi Andrea, I wondered of you were going to take this job. It's nice to see you again."

"Hi Jennifer, nice to see you too."

"I can't believe your heels. You and Miss Robinson wear such wonderful shoes. I wish I was allowed high heels."

"Why can't you?"

"My mother says high heels are bad for you. She says she used to wear them and that they wrecked her feet. She doesn't have any now and she won't let me have any either. And I really want some, I think they look so good."

"Maybe you could try mine, what size are you?"

"I wear size 7 ½."

"Darn, I am size 6 but I have an idea. Wait here a second."

Andrea went to the change area and searched through the heels that were left there for ladies to wear when they tried on clothes for prospective purchase. It seemed that the highest heels were the black patent pumps that Mrs. Williams had worn. The heels were thin stilettos and were almost 4" high. They had a lovely pointed toe and were clearly very well made. Andrea would like them for herself if the heel were higher. She took them to the front.

"You might like to try these."

Jennifer squealed with glee,

"Oh they're gorgeous!" She kicked of her loafers to reveal bare feet.

She slipped into the pumps and it seemed they fit her really well. She stood and seemed to walk reasonably well.

"These are the first high heels I have ever worn and I feel wonderful. Are they as high as yours?"

"Not quite. Mine are 5" and I think those are 4"."

"Well I love them anyway!" Jennifer seemed to be really enjoying turning and standing in front of one of the stores full-length mirrors looking at her legs from all angles.

Neither of them saw Bill Jay re-enter the store carrying a mauve silk bag with a matching drawstring.

He was smiling broadly when he surprised them with,

"Well what do we have here?"

To be continued

  

  

  

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