A pair of dual strap stilettos in the display window caught Lotte’s eye. Naturally she entered the shop. The young clerk was kind of cute. He was pleased to help her. And obviously embarrassed when he noticed she wasn’t wearing underwear.

“I love this red,” she told the clerk, “but it might be too much for this dress—what do you think? Does it come in any other colors? A soft cream might be good.”

“Ma-ma-ma-maybe,” the clerk stuttered. “I’ll have to check in the ba-ba-back room.”

“I’ll come with,” Lotte said, the back of her hand brushing the clerk’s boner-bowed trousers as she stood. “I do so hope you have some nice soft cream for me.”

Wearing the red stilettos, Lotte followed the shoe store clerk to the back room. He flicked a switch and a bank of lights illuminated the shelves. “I think aisle four at the far end,” the clerk said.

Lotte nodded. “Lead the way, please.”

“Normally the customers aren’t allowed to—”

“But this is a special situation, wouldn’t you agree?”

“I guess.”

“And the customer is always right.”

“Um. Right.”

They arrived at aisle four. The clerk scanned the shelves. “Looks like top shelf,” he said, and he dragged a stepladder into position. “Here we go.” He opened a box, took out a shoe, and showed it to Lotte. “Should be your size,” he said.

“Very nice,” Lotte said. “Looks like it should go with my dress. Is it cream?”

“Um ... Not exactly. It’s called, um, ‘nude.’”

“Perfect,” Lotte said, “and very appropriate, considering that by the end of the party all I’ll be wearing is my necklace and my shoes. There is one thing, though.”

The clerk’s expression asked the question.

“It’s a little thing, but it’s very important.”

The clerk waited.

“You see, I’ll be using these shoes in a special way.”

The clerk nodded.

“So you understand?”

The clerk nodded. “Um. No, not really.”

“I’ll be stimulating him with my shoes,” Lotte said. “The result of which is, well, you can imagine.”

“Stimulating him,” the clerk said.

“His cock,” Lotte said. “Until he comes. All over my shoes.”

As if to emphasize her statement, Lotte’s hand brushed the bulge at the fore of the clerk’s trouser clad groin.

The clerk nodded.

Lotte brushed.

“And these cream shoes, these nude shoes, well, they’re pretty much the same color as cum.”

The clerk nodded.

Lotte brushed.

“So you see the problem?”

“Um? Not exactly.”

“The problem is the cum won’t show up very well on the shoes, and for maximum effect, it’s important that the cum shows up.”

“Oh,” said the clerk, half moan, half gasp.

Lotte took the shoe from the clerk’s hand. She brushed it against the bulge in his trousers. “I suppose we could do a little test.”

“A ... a test?”

“To see if cum shows up on these shoes.”

Lotte brushed. “Doesn’t that seem reasonable?”

“I ... it ... I...”

“But maybe you’re right. Maybe the safer thing to do is go with black. Black heels, and I could wear my black silk scarf. Cum would certainly show up well on black.”

“It would,” the clerk agreed. “So we don’t have to do a ... a test?”

“Oh, but we do,” Lotte said. “I think the black would be the same color as your shirt.”

In one deft motion, and just in time, she unzipped the clerk.

“Mmm, perfect fit,” Lotte said.