Andrea's Beginnings

by

Candy Heels

Part 15

 

Andrea was in heaven. It was yet another spring day with pleasant temperatures and a soft breeze. She felt beautiful and while she didn't really notice those that noticed her, they thought so too. She was truly a lovely girl.

But for her as always it was walking in her high heeled pumps that was making her so happy. The skirt of her suit was quite tight and despite tiny lady like steps she could feel it tighten at her knees with each step. Walking past the mirrored walls of the Mall allowed her some narcissistic pleasure. She was able to see herself full length as she walked and Sarah was so right – she really did have a gorgeous walk in these stiletto heels. She was beginning to accept herself – to truly appreciate how fortunate that she was beautiful and also that she was so petite. She loved how incredibly tiny her feet looked in such tall slim heels and she made a promise to herself to make the same walk soon in her extra high heels. She thought how much better they would look. Her hair looked so pretty – she was so glad that she had thick natural blonde hair – she thought how much it looked like a Meg Ryan style but she made up her mind to let it grow even longer. She decided she would love a shoulder length style.

All too soon she arrived at Mr. Williams office building and she entered the alcove and dialed his number on the security phone. The offices were locked and she would need him to unlock the entrance and let her in.

After only one ring he answered,

"Andrea?"

"Yes it's me Mr. Williams, I am in the alcove and I hope I am not late."

"No Dear, right on time. I'll be right down to let you in."

Andrea wanted to look perfect so she checked her make-up in the mirror of her compact and it was still perfect. She looked at her shoes and realized that her heels had a slight amount of dust from walking the few blocks. She raised each pump behind her and dusted each thin heel with her fingertip. He opened the door and caught her dusting one. She caught him looking at her high heels.

"My you look so nice. You didn't need to get so dressed up – after all it is Sunday and this is just a casual interview.

Andrea thought how nice her looked. For an older man he was so terribly handsome. He was wearing a very expensive pair of slacks and while his shirt was a cotton golf style shirt, it looked very nice and so fitting.

She said, "Well I thought it would be fitting to at least wear office attire and I did want to make a good impression. You see I really would like the opportunity to work for you this summer."

"Oh its quite alright Andrea. You do look so very nice and again you're wearing such incredibly high heels. Do you see them as appropriate for office wear?"

She was upset by his remark – his wife had left her with the impression that he liked high heels and this sounded as if he was about to criticize her choice for office attire.

"I am sorry Sir. These are the lowest heels that I have. I would have thought that the ladies of your office would wear high heeled shoes to work. I would not feel proper in low heels in such a formal office."

By this time they had entered Williams and Associates and she had not exaggerated at all. This was a terribly formal office with fabulous furniture, rosewood, area carpets among the formal tiles and lighting to highlight the mood. They entered his office – the office of the president of the firm – and he held the guest chair opposite his desk and invited her to sit. Andrea took a seat, crossed her legs and smoothed her skirt trying to look her best. He continued,

"Well it seems that more casual attire has invaded the business world. Very few of the men that work for me wear suits to work in spite of the fact that I always do. And very few of the ladies in this firm still wear dresses, skirts or suits to work and they certainly never wear high heeled shoes."

"Well Mr. Williams, I don't wear low heels at all. I do not care for them and of it would be alright and you feel that I might be of some use to the firm, I would prefer to wear high heeled shoes."

He smiled and looked again at her shoes,

"It would be fine Andrea. I would certainly appreciate it and maybe you can change some of the other ladies here. I am old enough to remember when all ladies wore high heels in a business environment. In a matter of one meeting you got my wife back into her high heels and I am glad you did. Now lets look at some commercials – I would like your opinion."

Mr. Williams dropped the subject of her shoes as quickly as he had raised it and she was relieved that she would not have to give up her beloved heels should she get the job. He opened a cabinet that contained a large screen television and started some commercials that were apparently on tape.

After watching them for a few minutes, Mr. Williams shut off the television and looked at her intently and asked what she thought. Andrea decided to be honest,

"Mr. Williams, I have seen all of these on TV at one time or another. They are quite memorable but they all strike me the same way. Whether its puppies, scenery or humor that make them memorable, they all make me remember the commercial but I can never seem to remember the name of the product. A Volkswagen commercial is always amusing but unlike these, you always remember the car. Did I explain that alright?"

"Andrea, you hit the nail right on the head. You have a deep insight into what we try to do here. I would like you to work for me this summer. I am prepared to offer you $750.00 per week plus scale fees for any modeling you may happen to do should you appear in any of our commercials – I assume you would be willing to be a spokes-model as well, should any of our clients wish to have you assist in marketing their product?"

"Oh Mr. Williams that is so wonderful. I would love to – thank you."

"Great. How soon can you start?"

"Would a week Monday be alright? I have to return home this evening and I will be back here for the summer beginning next weekend."

"That would be fine. We start at 8:30am and I will look for you that Monday morning. Now I do not mean to rush you but I have some wonderful plans with Mrs. Williams this afternoon. She will be so happy to hear that you have joined us."

Andrea arose and offered Mr. Williams her hand. He was such a gentleman – he took her hand and escorted her to the door. Andrea left the office so excited – so eager to tell Sarah what had happened – but then it hit her. This was Sunday afternoon and in a couple of hours, it would be over for the week – she would be a boy again. Even though it was only a week, the pain was so overwhelming that she almost cried. How could she possibly live as a boy again for 5 days; how could she possibly not wear her high heeled shoes? She knew that she was expected home by 6:00pm and it was almost 3:00pm now. She had to make the best of it so she decided to go walking.

Rather than head back towards the Mall – towards Sarah's place, Andrea decided to walk downtown. It was so heavenly feeling her arches so high atop these wonderfully comfy suede heels. She walked and walked especially enjoying it when she would pass a shop that had glass windows that reflected her image. She especially loved sneaking glances at her steep arches and the terribly thin stilettos that held them so high.

But sadly, at about 4:30pm she realized that she had to start home. As she walked along the sidewalks towards Sarah's home her stiletto heels began to click more loudly than they had before. Using a lamp post for balance she reached back and slipped off her right high heel to check its tip. My God she thought – these heel tips were some sort of hard rubber and with all the walking she had done, it was wearing down to the steel core inside. Damn she thought – was Sarah going to be angry? She set the stiletto pump back on the sidewalk and stepped back into it.

It was almost 5:00pm when she arrived at Sarah's. Sarah heard her come in and laughed,

"It sounds like you have been walking – the heel tips of those pumps are gone."

"Sarah I am so sorry. I did not want to come straight home. This is my last day until next weekend and it's going to be so hard for me. And now it seems that I have ruined another pair of your high heels. I am so sorry."

"Oh they're not ruined Sis. When the rubber tips of a new pair of heels are gone, I just have the shoemaker put steel heel tips on them. They'll be done by the time you get back next Saturday morning. Now you better get changed and get home so we don't spoil this arrangement with your mother. Your regular clothes are on your bed."

It was hell. Andrea was disappearing as she washed her makeup and hair – the stringy male style was back. He could not stand it. He was barefoot in shorts and a t-shirt but could not bear to put on his sweat socks and sneakers. For one last moment he had to have high heels on. He stepped into his precious 5 ½" stiletto heeled spectator pumps. The feeling was so wonderful but Sarah arrived and scolded him lovingly out of them. It was time to go home to 5 days of hell.

And to top it off, Sarah entered class the next morning wearing just those heels. She walked on the elevated section of the classroom near the blackboard and right before his eyes. But then she said,

"Wait a minute class, I have to change my shoes because these heels are too high."

She stepped out of them a stepped into her 5" black pumps. She set his precious pumps on the floor next to her desk only a few feet from his eyes.

"I know some girls can wear these extra high heels with ease but they are too high a heel for me."

She returned to her teaching and he smiled inside praying that Saturday would arrive soon.

  

  

  

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