I entered the small office in the back of the shoe store. The store manager looked me up and down which felt very creepy, but I took the seat anyway when he motioned his hand. I wanted the job. I never expected a callback for an interview since I was still a high school junior and my acne only cleared up three months ago.

The manager, who was in his late 40s, sat in his old leather chair behind the desk covered in papers. The chair squeak was horrendous when he leaned back.

"So you're almost 17, Nick?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," I answered. "Next month."

"Just call me John," he said. "So do you like girls?"

"Uh ... yes, sir ... John."

"A lot of girls come into the store as you probably know."

"I'll work wherever. Boys, girls, children, or wherever you want me to work."

"But you do like girls?" he asked again.

I didn't like where this conversation headed. Was this guy sizing me up? Did he think I was queer?

"I like girls," I said definitively.

"Good, good," he said and then was distracted by a paper on his desk. I couldn't figure out how he could see anything on the desk. There was so much stuff.

"Maybe, I'm the wrong employee," I suggested. If the store wanted a gay guy then I wasn't who he was looking for.

"What?" he said startled. He even looked worried. "Oh! You think I'm trying to figure out if you are gay or not. I'm not gay and I never thought you were gay. We're not that kind of shoe store."

I didn't think shoes were gay or not gay. I thought shoes were just shoes but I didn't argue with him.

"So do you masturbate?" he asked.

What? Did he just ask that?

"I know, I know," he continued. "Most jobs don't need to know but there is a mystique to this kind of job."

I slowly nodded.

"And you fantasize about girls when you stroke, right?"

I slowly nodded.

"Good, good!" he said with excitement. "How quickly can you get hard again after you cum? Pretty fast, right? You are young."

When my parents gave me pointers for this interview and prepared me with sample questions, neither Dad nor Mom said anything about answering how fast my cock recovered after I stroked out a load. My guess was "monster.com" didn't have any tips on these questions either.

"I need a guy here who can cum again and again," he said.

"I can," I said.

Hey, if it got me the job.

"You're not real small, are you? You're at least normal? I used to measure my cock almost every day when I was your age. I had to prove it to the manager when I got hired, but we can't do that these days. Stupid government regulations. I can still fire your ass if you are lying to me."

"It's almost seven inches when I'm hard, sir."

"Excellent! We need a younger guy like you at the store," he said.

He stood up so quickly that I shrank back in the chair and almost tipped it over. He offered his hand. I didn't want to shake it. I really did not want to shake it. Not after a conversation like this.

I stood and shook his hand. I'd find the nearest bathroom and scour it clean afterward.

"Welcome," he said. "Can you start Monday? How does four to eight sound to you on Monday and Wednesday, four to ten on Friday, and ten to six on Saturday? Does that work for you? Does that give you enough time to fulfill your school requirements?"

I'm hired?

I'm hired!

"That'll work great!" I couldn't hold back my excitement.

"Let me give you an overview of the store," he said.

I followed him around.

"This is the stockroom. Not much to it." We entered the customer area. "Here are the shoe samples. Get to know the women's shoes best. I want you to focus on selling the trendy shoes that all the teen and college girls want these days. You'll know a lot more about that than me."

I didn't dispute even though I knew he was wrong. I knew nothing about women's shoes. He was the manager of a shoe store so he had to know more than I did.

"Women are our number one customer," he said.

That made sense. Girls always needed this shoe or that shoe to match their outfits or dresses. I couldn't understand that aspect of girls.

"Now these are our personal fitting rooms," he said and pointed at four doors.

"Personal fitting rooms?" I asked. "It's like a dressing room?"

He guffawed. It wasn't a laugh. It was a guffaw. "No, it's not a dressing room. Girls like to try it in privacy. Dressing room! Ha! Was I that naive when I was your age? Don't answer that!"

I wisely stayed quiet.

I was fifteen minutes early on Monday. I didn't want any chance of being late and getting fired before I even started.

John sent me over to the women's section to familiarize myself with the shoes. I had no idea there were so many kinds of women's shoes. It would take forever to learn them all.

"Here," said John to me at four o'clock exactly.

I took the offered tag. Underneath the store logo it said, "Nick". I put it on.

"Over here," he said. "I'll get you started with your first customers."

I followed him to a couple of women sitting in customer chairs. Sisters? Both were brunettes and clothed in identical short dresses made for going out on the town. One girl looked a few years younger than me and the other one a few years older than me.

"Mrs. Dalton," John said to the older female. "This is Nick. Today is his first day and he started two minutes ago. He'll satisfy your needs."

Mrs. Dalton eyed me. Both she and her sister looked at me unusually intense.

John pulled me aside. "Mrs. Dalton and her daughter are perfect for you to get wet. A lot of money here."

Daughter? I glanced at the women.

John read my mind. "Money buys beauty and face lifts."

"Are you sure you want me to serve them?" I said frightened. I didn't want to mess up with such a wealthy customer.

"She's just a tease and Amanda's just like her. Just give them what they want."

"Have a seat, Nick," said Mrs. Dalton as I approached.

With sweat saturating my armpits, I pulled over the combination shoe gauge and stool then sat in front of them.

"Hi, I'm Erin and this is my daughter, Amanda. She's fourteen," she said very friendly.

"Hi..." I croaked back a response.

"You're too tense," Erin said. "Don't worry. John's not going to fire you. You'll do fine."

"What can I get you?" I managed to ask.

"We are going to this party in two days," she said. "One of Amanda's friends is turning 16. As you see, we have the same dress so we want to get the same shoes to go with it."

Now that I was focused on a task, I was able to put aside most of my nervousness. I looked at the women and their dresses. Both dresses were a bright red with a plunging V-neckline. Wow! Mom had huge tits! I quickly assumed plastic surgery but that didn't prevent my next challenge which was to pull my eyes out of her cleavage. I looked over at Amanda. Not bad tits for a girl her age but it accentuated how much Mom's were enhanced. My eyes couldn't help but gravitate back to the huge tits. I slowly pulled my eyes upward. I was greeted by the smiling faces of Mom and daughter.

"Do you have an idea what you would like?" I asked.

"Yes," Mom said, "but we want to see everything that might match anyway."

This was going to take a while.

"Do you know your foot sizes?"

"I should double-check," said Mom, "and Amanda has grown."

"And my feet too," Amanda said. She pushed up her tits.

I doubted what I saw. She wouldn't do that in front of me and her mother, would she?

I slid the stool closer so Mom could put her foot on the angled gauge. She took her shoe off, leaned back in the chair, and extended her foot. That's when I noticed she also slid her dress upward and opened her legs. My eyes fixed upon a hairless pussy. The only sound I "heard" was my cock making a pathway in my underwear as it engorged and stood upright. I don't know how long I was motionless and stared, but I finally snapped out of it. I grabbed her foot and gently placed it on the gauge to measure her size.

The measurement of Amanda's foot was less eventful.

"I'll be right back with some options," I said.

I stood stiffly and walked stiffly to the storeroom because I had a big stiffy in my pants. I thought about telling John about Mrs. Dalton but if she was a good customer then I didn't want to ruin that. Besides if she accidentally showed me her pussy then I just had to make sure she didn't know I saw. I could be "Mr. Subtle".

I started with five selections. I sat down in front of the customers and showed a shoe from each box. Disappointingly there was no pussy for me to see now.

"I think you have something there," Mom said to me.

"He sure does, Mom!" said Amanda enthusiastically.

It was a peculiar way the daughter said that.

"What would you like to start with?" I asked.

"Me!" said Amanda eagerly. She pushed her foot toward me.

"Now, now, Amanda," said Mom. "I think he means which shoe. It looks like he has enough to handle for both of us."

I was sure she meant that I could handle them both. I appreciated her statement of confidence.

"Let's try those shoes," Mom said and pointed at box four.

I took out the right shoe from both their sizes. Mom held her right foot up to me, but Amanda held her left foot up. I thought it was better to grab the left shoe than ask the customer to put up her other foot.

"What do you have there?" Mom asked.

"Just getting the other shoe," I explained as I twisted toward the box.

I suddenly sat up straight and erect. Mom's foot slid straight up and down the side of my erection.

"Ooh!" cooed daughter Amanda as her foot slid up and down on the other side of my cock.

I sat transfixed. I knew I should move away but the feeling was wonderful. My cock throbbed in response to the attention.

Mom's hands pulled her dress apart and her huge tits spilled out. Amanda did the same so her youthful tits were exposed to my excited eyes. My cock pulsed harder. I knew if John saw this I was so fired, but I couldn't move out of this surreal moment.

"It's even bigger now, Mom," Amanda said.

"Yes, he's got a very nice one," Mom replied.

"I bet it will make a big wet spot," Amanda said.

All I could do was softly gasp. I never knew feet could be so skilled. The two must be very practiced at this. They worked in unison with one foot going down as the other went up my shaft.

"Oh!" I said then quickly bit my lip so I wouldn't be louder.

"I can't wait to feel it surge," Amanda said.

"Soon, darling. Soon," said Mom.

I leaned back which pushed my cock forward.

"That's the way," encouraged Mom.

Their feet changed synchronization. Amanda and Mom both moved up and down my cock together.

"Look at him," said Mom. "He's ready to blow."

It was harder and harder to control my sounds so I was glad I was about to cum.

"Ahh!" escaped my lips and my cock shot off like a jet engine.

"Wow! So strong!" said Amanda in awe.

"He's a good one," said Mom.

"Did you feel it? That was powerful!" praised Amanda.

"Yes. Very intense."

I gasped for air. I couldn't believe what just happened.

"Thank you," said Mom. "We'll take all the shoes."

Mom and daughter gathered up the boxes. I wasn't recovered enough to help.

"Kristin will help you at the register," I managed to gasp.

"When can we go shopping for shoes again?" asked Amanda eagerly.

"We have that concert in a couple of weeks," Mom replied.

"Can we come back this Friday?" begged Amanda. "I need new school shoes."

Mom smiled at me. "I think we can arrange that."

"Oh, thank you, Mom. You're the best."

"You do work this Friday, Nick?" asked Mom.

"Yes," I said.

"Come along, Amanda," she said.

I glanced down at my pants. My cock spewed so much that I soaked through my undershorts and made a big wet spot on my trousers.

John appeared and said, "Ten pairs of shoes! Great job!"

"I..." I said. I didn't get a chance to complete my sentence. I didn't know what I was going to say anyway.

"Go help that teen girl over there," he said and pointed at a brunette girl attired in a modest blouse and dress.

I stood. He couldn't miss seeing my cum stain, could he?

He slugged me in the arm and said, "Thank you for showing I made a great hire."

"Uh ... you're welcome."

I approached the girl. I pulled over a stool and sat quickly down. I put my hands in my lap to hide my embarrassment.

"Can I help you find something in particular?" I asked.

"I was hoping you were the one to help me..." She looked at my name tag. " ... Nick. I saw you right away when I came in the store."

"Um..." I said. Did that mean she scoped me out?

"I'm sorry," she said. "I'm Jennifer and I'm 16."

She held out her hand in that limp way a girl does. I took it softly and shook it gently.

"Ooh! Your touch gives me chills!"

"What king of shoes, Jennifer?" I said.

I was lucky enough not to get fired over Amanda and her mom. The last thing I needed was a girl flirting with me on my first day.

"Oh, yes. Thanks for the reminder. I'm looking for a good walking shoe. I want to get my legs toned."

Jennifer stretched out her legs and placed her feet on my knees.

"See?" she said.

I was a mixture of emotions. First, her legs looked gorgeous! She wasn't flabby or fat. She was slender. The only thing that would make her legs better was if she was a little taller but there was nothing a person could do about that. My teen boy hormones caused my cock to stir again. Second, I was keenly aware of how close her feet were to my resurrected cock. I didn't want a repeat of earlier events. I was excited and anxious at the same time.

"Go ahead," she said. "Touch my legs."

I hesitantly reached out and ran my fingertips on her legs.

"Use your whole hands. See how out of shape they are."

I complied and couldn't see or feel any agreement to her assessment. Her legs were perfect.

"Do you want me to make a couple of shoe recommendations?" I said as I rubbed her legs. The expression on her face implied she enjoyed my touch.

"Oh, would you?"

"Sure."

I removed my hands and stood.

"Wow!" Jennifer said.

I followed her gaze. Crap! My cum stain.

"You have a big cock!"

I was so focused on my "accident" that I forgot that the cause pushed my trousers out again.

"Is it bigger than other cocks?" she asked.

"I ... I don't know."

"Sorry to embarrass you," she said. "I'm normally such a shy girl so I've never seen a cock before. This is the first time to buy my own shoes."

"Uh ... that's okay," I said feeling perplexed. "Do you know your shoe size?"

"Six and a half."

"Be right back with a couple of choices," I said.

I returned in five minutes.

"I thought about you so much while you were gone that I think I made a stain to match yours," she said.

Damn! She did notice.

"I'm sorry about that I..."

"I like it," she interrupted. "You have a great smell."

"Here are a couple of the better walking shoes," I said and held up the left shoe of each.

"Which one is better?" she asked.

"They are both good, but this one is twenty dollars cheaper."

"Okay, let me try that one on."

I reached for her foot to help remove her current shoe.

"Not here!" she said desperately and snapped her foot away. "I'd be so embarrassed. Can we use a personal fitting room. It's my first time and I just want to focus on you. Please, can we do that?"

She seemed genuinely upset.

"Sure," I said. I pointed to the doors.

"Thank you. Thank you."

I grabbed the shoe box and led her toward the rooms. Jennifer latched onto my hand which almost made me drop the box.

"I'm so excited but I'm so nervous, too," she said in a loud whisper.

To try on shoes? This girl was a whack job.

The sign on the first room said 'unoccupied'. I opened the door and was surprised that the only thing in the room was a queen-sized bed. I looked twice. Nothing else appeared.

"Ooh!" Jennifer said. She slipped out of my hand and flopped on the bed.

I closed the door behind me and locked it so the 'occupied' sign came on outside.

"So how many have you done before?" she asked.

"This is my first time in here. I started working today."

"You're a virgin!" she said excitedly. "Me, too?"

Never before had I heard the act of trying on shoes referred to as "virgin". Weird.

I placed the box on the end of the bed and pulled out the left shoe.

"So..." I said but was immediately distracted by Jennifer unbuttoning her blouse.

She looked at me and said, "Feel my panties. They are so soaked. I've never creamed so much in my life."

I stood frozen except my cock moved. It pressed further against my soaked underwear.

Jennifer sat up, pulled her blouse out of her skirt, then removed it and placed it neatly on the bed. I stared at her bra-encased tits.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she said. "No one would believe quiet Jennifer got shoes today."

I glanced back down at the shoes.

A sudden tug on my arm and I fell forward on the bed. With one hand, she flipped up her skirt to around her waist. With her other hand, she pulled my right hand onto her panty-clad pussy.

She was right! Her pussy was soaked.

"Feel it!" she said.

I touched a girl's pussy for my first time ever. I wasn't going to object. My fingers probed at her mystery folds underneath.

"That feels faaaaabulous," she said, "but these are in the way."

She pulled her legs up, lifted her ass, and slid her panties off her legs. The sight of her naked pussy caused my cock to surge eagerly. After her legs came back down, my fingers explored her pussy skin to skin.

A pussy is an amazing thing!

"Oh, fuck! Your hand is so nice. I need you to fit me now."

She sprung up amazingly quick and pulled up on my shirt. I took over and removed my shirt. She immediately went to my belt, undid it, and had my zipper down in no time. She showed no aversion to the cummy wetness as her hand gripped my cock through my underwear.

"Shoes," I told her.

"I love them," she replied sounding aroused.

"I need to take mine off," I elucidated.

"Oh, yes, you do," she said, making my action sound as if it was the most wonderful thing to do.

I rolled onto my back then sat up. Taking my shoes and socks off were more difficult than I imagined since I was distracted by Jennifer's removal of her bra and her sweet tits came into my view.