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Hello everyone, this is my first story of this series. How long it'll go is anyone's guess, but I don't intend for any serious drama or violence to take place.
Also, this series will be explicitly with nylons and will be M/F.
I'm in my early 20's, and I can't say that I'm a big foot fan by any means. Sure, I like the sight of a nice pair of nylon-clad legs as much as the next guy, but please don't ask me to write about footjobs and worship and all that as I'm not really comfortable with scenes like those.
Anyhow, with that said, after you finished this story, what country would you like me to introduce next? There are plenty of flags out there, with millions of wonderful people in them to boot!
So with that, enjoy the story everyone, and don't worry, the stories from here on out will have a lot more tickling scenes. :3
Ah! Just one more detail, all the locations in this series will be made up and loosely based off the geography of the city of Vancouver. Just to give you all a heads up.
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Another typical day in the office, the view of the Thundering River was pleasing to the eye as the pink-tinted horizon made way for the warm rays from the amber sun.
Mike, age 24 and newest to the office, was always told that he was a handsome man by his mother and a few of his classmates in college.
Whether this was true or not was anyone's guess, but Mike took it as a compliment as he put in a great effort to exercise and eat healthy.
Short, spiky, black hair above a defined jawline and thick eyebrows. His skin was tanned as he prefered to do his muscle training outside, and he was deceptively tall despite what most would first assume. In fact, back in college, his teachers would have to let him sit on the floor because a boy of 6'5" took up too much space on the benches.
Mike laughed at the thought and allowed his brown eyes to wander onto the stack of papers piled on his desk.
With a final swig from his morning coffee, Mike adjusted the cuffs of his plain gray suit and adjusted his blue tie before sitting down and got to work.
The office was setup in the typical cubical fashion, where Mike's desk was located in the farthest corner and was away from most of the facilities, but at least he had an ocean view so that was nice.
Ten minutes later, the ding of the elevator rung over the cubicles signaling the arrival of none other than his employer.
Evelyn Grace, an American with fair skin and thick curly locks of golden hair, she scanned the room with her bright blue eyes and felt her thin lips stretch into a smile when she spotted Mike.
Age 45 while standing at 5'10", Evelyn went about her days in a very youthful demeanor, surprising most of her employees with how up to date she was with modern trends.
Today, she wore her usual attire that consisted of a light blue blouse that empthasized her chest and cream colored jeans that hugged her slender hips splendidly. The pants were cut off a few inches above the ankles to reveal the sheer nude tights that fit into her size eleven feet and brown heels.
Mike had to burry his head in his work as to not look like a pervert.
"Good morning Mike!" His boss beamed with a pearly smile as she leaned over his shoulder. "On time as usual I see."
"Y-Yes, that's right." Mike gulped.
He'd been in the company for about a year now, but he still wasn't quite adjusted to his boss' lack of personal space.
"Oh come on, your always so uptight when you're around me and your fellow workers. There's no need to feel so pressured, as you're always ahead of the game when it comes to paperwork."
Evelyn pointed to the paper stacks on Mike's desk.
"Those aren't due until the end of next month, are they?"
Mike nodded with a sheepish smile.
Evelyn then flicked Mike's forehead with a giggle.
"Well, I appreciate your amazing work ethic, but don't go killing yourself now. It would do my business well if people found out that you worked yourself into an early grave."
Her piece said, Evelyn excused herself to her office and shut the wooden door behind her.
Half an hour later, the elevator dinged and the doors opened for the rest of today's workforce.
Now, Mike wasn't one to complain about being around the opposite sex, especially since he grew up with a little sister. However, being the only male in a room for eight to ten hours? He had to admit that it got claustrophobic sometimes.
The first to enter was the vice president of the company. Chloé Blanchette, a proud French woman at the age of 31 who stood at 5'9". She had hair that was as dark as midnight that was cut into a fashionable rounded bob; and was covered by an offset brown beret.
A tan-colored turtleneck that folded into a thin balck belt and knee length, pleaded skirt, vintage gray tights with black seams and reinforced heels and toes covered her long slender legs and fit snuggly into her glossy size 9 black pumps.
"Zut alors!" Chloé exclaimed in her acute French accent.
"Mike, didn't we agree that you'd show up with zee rest of us today?"
The man in question blinked then shifted his sights to the clock above the elevator.
"I thought that you meant we'd all show up half an hour earlier like I do." He said.
A couple giggles erupting behind her, Chloé's face reddened in embarrassed anger and she strutted to her desk in a snooty huff.
"I-I'm sorry for not understanding your instructions, Ms. Blanchette!" Mike apologized. As the last time he made the vice president upset he was subjected to double his usual workload for a whole six days!
"Zip it!" Chloé scolded from her cubicle. The icy stare from her silver eyes warning Mike to not challenge her right now.
"Sheesh, she's rather stuck up today isn't she?" Said a mellow tone.
Matilda Bauer, a German woman with short mix of wispy, dirty blonde and brown hair, stood at 5'7" with dark blue eyes and a fair complexion. Her face, unlike Evelyn's triangular and Chloé's diamond-shaped visage, was heart shaped and had the highest cheekbones of all the women in the company.
Like all the females that occupied the office, she was very pretty and wore an olive green polo shirt, a black a-line skirt, and dark brown stockings that fit over her size seven feet and into her dark green pumps.
"I think it's because this is the eleventh time that I've outdone her punctuality." Mike said with a chuckle.
"Though I don't do it on purpose, it's just that 7:30 happens to be the time that I finish my morning run. Which coincidentally happens to end in front of the building I work in."
"Well isn't that dandy?" Matilda laughed then left with a light pat on Mike's back and headed to her own cubicle.
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The day passed by quickly, and as per usual, Mike was the first one to arrive and the last one to leave. However, today had been a little odd as Evelyn had asked him and Chloé to stay behind.
The two of them bidding adieu to a tired Matilda, once the doors of the elevator closed, Evelyn opened the door to her office and asked for only Chloé to join her.
Mike gulped and sagged into his chair. He knew that he'd been overworking himself, but he really wanted to earn that Christmas bonus at the end of the year, and maybe have some extra cash thrown in for his punctuality.
Chloé, on the other hand, was very confused. She'd done nothing wrong, and was sure she handed in last week's documents on time. So what on earth could Evelyn want from her after hours?
"Well? What is it?" Chloé demanded impatiently.
Evelyn sat behind her desk then leaned forward with her chin on an open palm.
"Out of all the women in the office, you're the only one who doesn't seem to get along with Mike. Tell me, did he do something to you?" Evelyn asked in genuine concern.
Chloé huffed and raised her nose toward the ceiling with crossed arms.
"Having a man in the workplace is simply a bad idea. I can tell when he's peeking at us, and he appears to have a preference for our shoes. It's disgusting."
Evelyn blinked and was rather taken aback by her friend's remark.
Adjusting her posture so that her back and neck were straight, Evelyn drew a deep sigh and smiled.
"Chloé," she said softly, "Mike isn't a pervert and he tries his best to not put dirty thoughts in his head. The reason that you think he's staring at your feet, is actually because he's afraid to make eye contact with you."
Chloé did not seem convinced.
"So, to help you understand, I've decided to put both you and Mike on a shared project that's due at the end of the month. In those weeks, I hope that you'll recognize the reasons that I decided to hire Mike. And if that's not enough, I happen to have these movie tickets that I won't be needing anymore."
Chloé's jaw dropped in disbelief.
"You want me to work and spend a night out with zat pervert?!"
"Yes," Evelyn smiled coyly, "and I don't want to hear anything else from you today. You're dismissed, Chloé, so hurry up and get properly acquainted with Mike."
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"Er... I'm sorry, I must have heard you wrong." Mike was dumbfounded by the blunt approach of his superior. Did she really say what he thought she said?
"I'm sure your ears work just fine!" Chloé snarled as she slammed the movie tickets on Mike's desk.
The man jumped in his chair and squinted his eyes in confusion. The ticket was for the Silverstone theater, and the movie, was a famous drama from a really popular TV series.
"So... this is all Evelyn's plan, right?" Mike asked just to be sure.
"Of course it is." Chloé's eyes could burn through metal with how hard she was staring at Mike.
"So don't think that zis is a date. Just come in your office outfit and don't expect this night to be special! I just need to get zee boss off my back so we can get through on our forced coop project. Understood?"
"Yes! Absolutely!" Mike gulped.
At the movie theater...
The cold air of night brushing against his stubbled chin and through his short spiky locks, Mike hoped that being half an hour early wouldn't bother Chloé in the same way it did at work.
He'd made sure to take a shower and put on some cologne, and contemplated putting some gel but decided against it. His suit wasn't dirty, but just to be safe he washed it again as well.
He took a seat to rest his tired legs as the walk to the theater was about 45 minutes, and he wanted to take his time so he wouldn't sweat out his cologne.
Moments passed by and the time of the movie was due in ten minutes. Mike rubbed his neck as he glanced at the electronic clocks above the theater's doors.
He didn't really mind Chloé canceling their movie night, as it was obvious she never wanted to go, but to stand him up was a completely different story.
"Zhere you are!" Chloé's voice echoed in his ears as he turned around.
Chloé was also dressed in what she had on this morning, but something seemed off about the usually snobby vice president.
A faint redness in the corner of her moist eyes, it looked as if she'd been... crying?
"Er... is everything alright? I know you didn't want to come here with me in the first place, so maybe we could just do the group project to prove to Evelyn that we can get along."
A stern glare from Chloé, she shook her head in the negative and wrapped her arm around that of Mike's.
This took the man completely off guard as Chloé was the last person on earth he expected to be having physical contact with.
She dragged him into the theater, not bothering for popcorn or drinks, and led him to their respective chairs on the 14th row.
Chloé practically shoved Mike in his chair and plopped down on hers with a dissatisfied grunt. She was a lot stronger than she looked, Mike had to admit, and as the lights of the theater dimmed he noticed the faint appearance of tears marring Chloé's eyeliner.
Despite his survival instincts telling him not to, Mike retrieved a handkerchief from his pocket then gently nudged Chloé's shoulder.
The vice president opened her mouth to protest, but the moment her silver eyes met the gentle brown ones of Mike's, she relented and aggressively snatched the tissue from his hand.
Well, that was a small victory, Mike supposed, and eased back into the soft confines of his chair. That is until a rather rude chap interrupted his peace and nearly stepped on him.
"Chloé!" The man exclaimed in a hurt voice.
He was a rather nice looking chap with a square shaped face and black hair. He too wore a suit, but his was a navy blue with a light blue tie.
The face of the woman he addressed twisted into a scowl that could scare the bravest of men.
"You're the last person on zis earth that I want to see, Micheal, now get out of my face so I can enjoy zee movie."
Chloé's eyes drifted to the soggy handkerchief clasped between her trembling fingers, then to the man who gave it to her.
"Besides, can't you see that I'm attending this movie with my new... darling?" She said in a sickly sweet tone that could give cavities just from hearing it.
Mike's eyes shot wide in astonishment. He didn't understand the complete context of this situation, and he knew that Chloé didn't have the best temper to begin with, but there was definitely something wrong here and he needed to act fast.
"Look, Chloé, that girl you saw me with earlier wasn't-" Micheal stuttered.
"What?" Chloé cut in. "Not your secret girlfriend who you were kissing oh so passionately behind the diner?"
A lightbulb dinged over Mike's head as the seriousness of this confrontation was finally realized.
"Excuse me, sir," Mike said.
Micheal glared at Mike.
"I'm not talking to you, idiot, but if you want to take this outside so I can settle my situation with Chloé..."
Without warning, Micheal snagged Mike's collar, but found his rival to be much heavier than he anticipated. A lot taller and broader as well.
"Do you really think that either of us are worth Ms.Blanchette's precious time? If you do then you really have to check your ego."
Mike gripped his rival's wrist and yanked it off his person, the action almost making Micheal lose his balance.
Now at full height, Mike stood about two heads taller, and his flexed muscles beneath his suit began to show.
Luckily, Micheal scurried away after giving a petty insult, but was caught by the theater's security after being reported by the viewers below of the rising tension in the 14th row.
Mike fell back on his chair with a heavy thud. His heart racing, he searched for his handkerchief and blinked when he realized who he had given it to moments prior to that ugly exchange.
"I'm uh... sorry for barging into your problems like that." Mike said with a nervous smile.
He expected Chloé to huff and agree with him and maybe make a comment about his lack of tact, but to his surprise all Chloé did was raise an eyebrow at him and lifted both her nylon-covered legs... so she could put them on his lap.
Mike jolted as his eyes darted between the zipper ankle boots on his thigh and the woman they belonged to.
Chloé said nothing and simply turned her attention to the movie screen. The advertisements done with, the prologue began to play which helped ease Mike into a more comfortable atmosphere. That is until the left boot in his lap began to nudge his stomach.
At first Mike thought nothing of it and that Chloé was simply adjusting her posture or doing a quick stretch. But the boot kept bumping into him thus breaking his focus from the movie.
About ten minutes in, Mike had enough and he put his hand on Chloé's left leg. Now, Mike had never really been a foot or leg person, but the feel of the glossy stocking material underneath his fingertips tempted him to do something. He didn't quite know what exactly, but after what felt like the hundredth nudge against his belly button, Mike finally took action and found his fingers latching onto the zipper of Chloé's left boot.
He made sure to pull once a loud scene in the movie occurred as to not bother the other guests in the theater. However, the moment zipper tag made it 3/4 up, Chloé's right boot pushed against his hand in an attempt to stop him.
The opportunity fading with the loud scenes final moments, Mike glanced at Chloé, who did not seem disturbed by his antics at all. In fact, judging by the mischievous glint in her silver eyes, he was almost certain that she was challenging him.
So, with his strong hands, Mike managed to fully unzip Chloé's boot and tug it halfway off her nylon-clad foot. The sheer black material glistening in the dim light from the movie screen, Mike had no idea what to do now, that is until Chloé decided to kick him in the chin with her right boot as punishment for his attempt to expose her left one.
Feeling rather cross, Mike turned his gaze and met the snobby expression that he was used to seeing on a daily basis. That is until he decided to test a little theory that had just popped in his head at that very moment.
Flexing a single index finger, Mike placed it against Chloé's exposed heel and slowly scratched the silky nylons. The reaction he received was immediate, and Chloé's entire form jumped as if she'd been electrocuted. The offset beret atop her head nearly falling off, she clamped one hand on it to keep it in place and used the other to slap away Mike's wiggling finger.
She succeeded in the former, but not the latter, as Mike made a sudden move and shifted his hands from Chloé's feet to her ribs and the French woman nearly yelped at the swift action.
A smirk on his face, it foretold a clear warning that Chloé understood. But just to be sure, he whispered ever so quietly so that only person who could hear him was Chloé.
"I've done a big favor for you in dealing with that brute Micheal, so you're gonna let me play with your pantyhosed foot for a while, alright?"
His fingers danced lightly against Chloé's ribs to emphasize his point, and the woman reluctantly agreed as she didn't want to run the risk of laughing uncontrollably in a public place.
Satisfied with their agreement, Mike removed his hands and leaned back into his chair. He observed the half-covered nylon foot in his lap and it's booted partner, and another idea dinged in his meticulous brain.
"How about this?" Mike leaned in and whispered. "If you can keep your boot on for the next 15 minutes, I'll give you a nice massage instead?"
"What do you mean?" Chloé asked but got her answer as another ticklish jolt came from the heel of her left foot.
Her expression screamed treason, but at this point Mike could care less. Perhaps it was due to his less than favorable past with the vice-president, but there was definitely something else in the mix.
Mike remembered the rare sadness that loomed in Chloé's eyes when she arrived in the theater, and he had to admit that she looked much prettier when she smiled.
So, Mike took it upon himself to make her show her pearly whites, whether Chloé wanted to or not.
Slow and methodical, Mike dragged the tip of his index finger across Chloé's nylon clad sole. The closer he got to the arch, the more frantic the French woman's foot twitched which had allowed the boot atop it to slide slightly upward thus exposing more of her size nine sole.
"It's only been about a minute..." Mike teased as he did another upward stroke. "Do you really want to find out what's gonna happen if you let your boot fall off?"
Sliding his finger to the center of her foot, Chloé's eyes widened to their maximum radius as she hastily shook her head in a silent plea of mercy.
Mike, however, was not feeling merciful, and scratched ever so softly against the moist section of her smooth arch. The sound of scratchy nylon was music to Mike's ears, and the bucking and writhing from Chloé was the icing on the cake.
Up and down then side to side, Mike made sure to leave no patch of skin untouched and felt his heart skip a beat when Chloé's boot dangled helplessly before sliding all the way up to her delicate toes which scrunched down in a last attempt to keep it on.
The French woman, all the while, was twisting her upper torso while trying to keep her legs and feet completely still. She failed miserably, and had clenched her teeth on Mike's handkerchief to stifle the giggles that bubbled in her stomach.
Her beret had fallen off as well, which allowed her black hair to whip back and forth as tears began to ruin her ebony eyeliner.
"N-Not z-zee toes!" Chloé managed to blurt out in a desperate whisper. "Anyzing but zee t-toes!"
Her accent on full blast, Mike chuckled to himself as his lone finger dug into the frantic wiggling toes that held Chloé's boot. He was aware that this was probably cheating as he was attacking Chloé's last hope, but eh, all is fair in love and war right?
Gliding across the french woman's toes, Mike landed a critical hit as his short nail connected with Chloé's pinky toe.
A muffled scream on the verge of escaping her thin, cherry red lips, Chloé tried to protect her defenseless left foot with her right, but accidentally knocked the dangling boot aside until it dangled on the last three digits starting from the big toe.
Mike checked his watch in triumph. "Looks like you only made it at the eight minute mark, guess it's time to give you the proper punishment."
"N-Not zo fast!" Chloé hissed under her breath and spat out the handkerchief she'd been chomping down on. There were a few tears in the poor soggy cotton.
Squinted silver eyes stinging with tears, Chloé's masquera had long run down her cheeks and had left tiny dotted blotches on her neck. Her taut chest rising and lowering in rapid beats to match her breathy pants, she could barely raise a finger, but managed to point out that her boot was still slightly on.
Mike smirked at this tiny technicality, and lifted her slender leg just below his chest. The boot dangled precariously from the curled and crossed toes beneath the sweaty sheer nylon, and Mike noted the white nail polish on Chloé's short slender toes.
Wiggling his free fingers with his free hand, Mike made no effort to make eye contact as he methodicaly brought his hand closer to Chloé's moist arch. And by the nervous squirming that came from the elegant woman's nylon-covered leg, he knew he'd already won.
The tips of his fingers just a millimeter away, Chloé couldn't take it anymore and used her right foot, that was still booted mind you; to deliver a strong heel to Mike's jaw.
"Hah! Zerves you right you perverted buffoon!" Chloé grinned evilly, but as she congratulated her revenge, the boot on her left foot had fallen off and hit the floor with a dull thud.
"Looks like I won." Mike grinned warmly and released Chloé's sole. But not before sneaking in a quick tickle across the exposed arch.
"Z-Zat's enough!" Chloé's yelp echoed across the movie theater, but fortune had given her a biscuit as the movie had reached its ending thus encouraging all those on the lower roars to stand from their seats, clap their hands, and cheer.
Her feet retreating as Chloé scrambled to safety, Mike covered his mouth to stop the teasing laughter that wanted to escape his throat. He'd always seen Chloé in a stern and stoic state, so witnessing her in such a distressed and giddy state was very refreshing.
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"You immature brute!" Chloé punched Mike's arm in a way that was nowhere on the soft side.
The man rubbed his sore limb. "S-Sorry, I did take things too far in there... Would a nice meal make up for it?"
"I'd rather eat a cactus than dine with zyou!" Chloé huffed and spun on her heels.
Her back toward him, Mike pursed his lips as a concerned thought nicked his brain.
"H-Hey, that Micheal guy isn't going to bother you anymore, is he?"
Footsteps halted then and there, Chloé didn't turn around, but she did clench her fists and answered in a stern, but quivering breath.
"Not if he values his petty life."
"T-Thats great to hear!" Mike grinned warmly and let out a relieved sigh.
His conscience clear, the humble man skipped down the premises. Maybe he'd even be allowed to take another 5 minutes on his lunchbreak after this successful outing.
Now alone, Chloé glanced behind her with a faint blush on her pale cheeks when Mike was out of earshot.
"Hmph, you're still a buffoon... but a barely tolerable buffoon..."
Her nylon clad toes curled inside her boots.
"But I'm never letting zyou tickle my tootzies ever again!" She said snootily and strutted to her green sedan that was parked on the sidewalk.
Oh how was Ms. Blanchette wrong... didn't she know that history tended to rhyme?
Also, this series will be explicitly with nylons and will be M/F.
I'm in my early 20's, and I can't say that I'm a big foot fan by any means. Sure, I like the sight of a nice pair of nylon-clad legs as much as the next guy, but please don't ask me to write about footjobs and worship and all that as I'm not really comfortable with scenes like those.
Anyhow, with that said, after you finished this story, what country would you like me to introduce next? There are plenty of flags out there, with millions of wonderful people in them to boot!
So with that, enjoy the story everyone, and don't worry, the stories from here on out will have a lot more tickling scenes. :3
Ah! Just one more detail, all the locations in this series will be made up and loosely based off the geography of the city of Vancouver. Just to give you all a heads up.
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Another typical day in the office, the view of the Thundering River was pleasing to the eye as the pink-tinted horizon made way for the warm rays from the amber sun.
Mike, age 24 and newest to the office, was always told that he was a handsome man by his mother and a few of his classmates in college.
Whether this was true or not was anyone's guess, but Mike took it as a compliment as he put in a great effort to exercise and eat healthy.
Short, spiky, black hair above a defined jawline and thick eyebrows. His skin was tanned as he prefered to do his muscle training outside, and he was deceptively tall despite what most would first assume. In fact, back in college, his teachers would have to let him sit on the floor because a boy of 6'5" took up too much space on the benches.
Mike laughed at the thought and allowed his brown eyes to wander onto the stack of papers piled on his desk.
With a final swig from his morning coffee, Mike adjusted the cuffs of his plain gray suit and adjusted his blue tie before sitting down and got to work.
The office was setup in the typical cubical fashion, where Mike's desk was located in the farthest corner and was away from most of the facilities, but at least he had an ocean view so that was nice.
Ten minutes later, the ding of the elevator rung over the cubicles signaling the arrival of none other than his employer.
Evelyn Grace, an American with fair skin and thick curly locks of golden hair, she scanned the room with her bright blue eyes and felt her thin lips stretch into a smile when she spotted Mike.
Age 45 while standing at 5'10", Evelyn went about her days in a very youthful demeanor, surprising most of her employees with how up to date she was with modern trends.
Today, she wore her usual attire that consisted of a light blue blouse that empthasized her chest and cream colored jeans that hugged her slender hips splendidly. The pants were cut off a few inches above the ankles to reveal the sheer nude tights that fit into her size eleven feet and brown heels.
Mike had to burry his head in his work as to not look like a pervert.
"Good morning Mike!" His boss beamed with a pearly smile as she leaned over his shoulder. "On time as usual I see."
"Y-Yes, that's right." Mike gulped.
He'd been in the company for about a year now, but he still wasn't quite adjusted to his boss' lack of personal space.
"Oh come on, your always so uptight when you're around me and your fellow workers. There's no need to feel so pressured, as you're always ahead of the game when it comes to paperwork."
Evelyn pointed to the paper stacks on Mike's desk.
"Those aren't due until the end of next month, are they?"
Mike nodded with a sheepish smile.
Evelyn then flicked Mike's forehead with a giggle.
"Well, I appreciate your amazing work ethic, but don't go killing yourself now. It would do my business well if people found out that you worked yourself into an early grave."
Her piece said, Evelyn excused herself to her office and shut the wooden door behind her.
Half an hour later, the elevator dinged and the doors opened for the rest of today's workforce.
Now, Mike wasn't one to complain about being around the opposite sex, especially since he grew up with a little sister. However, being the only male in a room for eight to ten hours? He had to admit that it got claustrophobic sometimes.
The first to enter was the vice president of the company. Chloé Blanchette, a proud French woman at the age of 31 who stood at 5'9". She had hair that was as dark as midnight that was cut into a fashionable rounded bob; and was covered by an offset brown beret.
A tan-colored turtleneck that folded into a thin balck belt and knee length, pleaded skirt, vintage gray tights with black seams and reinforced heels and toes covered her long slender legs and fit snuggly into her glossy size 9 black pumps.
"Zut alors!" Chloé exclaimed in her acute French accent.
"Mike, didn't we agree that you'd show up with zee rest of us today?"
The man in question blinked then shifted his sights to the clock above the elevator.
"I thought that you meant we'd all show up half an hour earlier like I do." He said.
A couple giggles erupting behind her, Chloé's face reddened in embarrassed anger and she strutted to her desk in a snooty huff.
"I-I'm sorry for not understanding your instructions, Ms. Blanchette!" Mike apologized. As the last time he made the vice president upset he was subjected to double his usual workload for a whole six days!
"Zip it!" Chloé scolded from her cubicle. The icy stare from her silver eyes warning Mike to not challenge her right now.
"Sheesh, she's rather stuck up today isn't she?" Said a mellow tone.
Matilda Bauer, a German woman with short mix of wispy, dirty blonde and brown hair, stood at 5'7" with dark blue eyes and a fair complexion. Her face, unlike Evelyn's triangular and Chloé's diamond-shaped visage, was heart shaped and had the highest cheekbones of all the women in the company.
Like all the females that occupied the office, she was very pretty and wore an olive green polo shirt, a black a-line skirt, and dark brown stockings that fit over her size seven feet and into her dark green pumps.
"I think it's because this is the eleventh time that I've outdone her punctuality." Mike said with a chuckle.
"Though I don't do it on purpose, it's just that 7:30 happens to be the time that I finish my morning run. Which coincidentally happens to end in front of the building I work in."
"Well isn't that dandy?" Matilda laughed then left with a light pat on Mike's back and headed to her own cubicle.
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The day passed by quickly, and as per usual, Mike was the first one to arrive and the last one to leave. However, today had been a little odd as Evelyn had asked him and Chloé to stay behind.
The two of them bidding adieu to a tired Matilda, once the doors of the elevator closed, Evelyn opened the door to her office and asked for only Chloé to join her.
Mike gulped and sagged into his chair. He knew that he'd been overworking himself, but he really wanted to earn that Christmas bonus at the end of the year, and maybe have some extra cash thrown in for his punctuality.
Chloé, on the other hand, was very confused. She'd done nothing wrong, and was sure she handed in last week's documents on time. So what on earth could Evelyn want from her after hours?
"Well? What is it?" Chloé demanded impatiently.
Evelyn sat behind her desk then leaned forward with her chin on an open palm.
"Out of all the women in the office, you're the only one who doesn't seem to get along with Mike. Tell me, did he do something to you?" Evelyn asked in genuine concern.
Chloé huffed and raised her nose toward the ceiling with crossed arms.
"Having a man in the workplace is simply a bad idea. I can tell when he's peeking at us, and he appears to have a preference for our shoes. It's disgusting."
Evelyn blinked and was rather taken aback by her friend's remark.
Adjusting her posture so that her back and neck were straight, Evelyn drew a deep sigh and smiled.
"Chloé," she said softly, "Mike isn't a pervert and he tries his best to not put dirty thoughts in his head. The reason that you think he's staring at your feet, is actually because he's afraid to make eye contact with you."
Chloé did not seem convinced.
"So, to help you understand, I've decided to put both you and Mike on a shared project that's due at the end of the month. In those weeks, I hope that you'll recognize the reasons that I decided to hire Mike. And if that's not enough, I happen to have these movie tickets that I won't be needing anymore."
Chloé's jaw dropped in disbelief.
"You want me to work and spend a night out with zat pervert?!"
"Yes," Evelyn smiled coyly, "and I don't want to hear anything else from you today. You're dismissed, Chloé, so hurry up and get properly acquainted with Mike."
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"Er... I'm sorry, I must have heard you wrong." Mike was dumbfounded by the blunt approach of his superior. Did she really say what he thought she said?
"I'm sure your ears work just fine!" Chloé snarled as she slammed the movie tickets on Mike's desk.
The man jumped in his chair and squinted his eyes in confusion. The ticket was for the Silverstone theater, and the movie, was a famous drama from a really popular TV series.
"So... this is all Evelyn's plan, right?" Mike asked just to be sure.
"Of course it is." Chloé's eyes could burn through metal with how hard she was staring at Mike.
"So don't think that zis is a date. Just come in your office outfit and don't expect this night to be special! I just need to get zee boss off my back so we can get through on our forced coop project. Understood?"
"Yes! Absolutely!" Mike gulped.
At the movie theater...
The cold air of night brushing against his stubbled chin and through his short spiky locks, Mike hoped that being half an hour early wouldn't bother Chloé in the same way it did at work.
He'd made sure to take a shower and put on some cologne, and contemplated putting some gel but decided against it. His suit wasn't dirty, but just to be safe he washed it again as well.
He took a seat to rest his tired legs as the walk to the theater was about 45 minutes, and he wanted to take his time so he wouldn't sweat out his cologne.
Moments passed by and the time of the movie was due in ten minutes. Mike rubbed his neck as he glanced at the electronic clocks above the theater's doors.
He didn't really mind Chloé canceling their movie night, as it was obvious she never wanted to go, but to stand him up was a completely different story.
"Zhere you are!" Chloé's voice echoed in his ears as he turned around.
Chloé was also dressed in what she had on this morning, but something seemed off about the usually snobby vice president.
A faint redness in the corner of her moist eyes, it looked as if she'd been... crying?
"Er... is everything alright? I know you didn't want to come here with me in the first place, so maybe we could just do the group project to prove to Evelyn that we can get along."
A stern glare from Chloé, she shook her head in the negative and wrapped her arm around that of Mike's.
This took the man completely off guard as Chloé was the last person on earth he expected to be having physical contact with.
She dragged him into the theater, not bothering for popcorn or drinks, and led him to their respective chairs on the 14th row.
Chloé practically shoved Mike in his chair and plopped down on hers with a dissatisfied grunt. She was a lot stronger than she looked, Mike had to admit, and as the lights of the theater dimmed he noticed the faint appearance of tears marring Chloé's eyeliner.
Despite his survival instincts telling him not to, Mike retrieved a handkerchief from his pocket then gently nudged Chloé's shoulder.
The vice president opened her mouth to protest, but the moment her silver eyes met the gentle brown ones of Mike's, she relented and aggressively snatched the tissue from his hand.
Well, that was a small victory, Mike supposed, and eased back into the soft confines of his chair. That is until a rather rude chap interrupted his peace and nearly stepped on him.
"Chloé!" The man exclaimed in a hurt voice.
He was a rather nice looking chap with a square shaped face and black hair. He too wore a suit, but his was a navy blue with a light blue tie.
The face of the woman he addressed twisted into a scowl that could scare the bravest of men.
"You're the last person on zis earth that I want to see, Micheal, now get out of my face so I can enjoy zee movie."
Chloé's eyes drifted to the soggy handkerchief clasped between her trembling fingers, then to the man who gave it to her.
"Besides, can't you see that I'm attending this movie with my new... darling?" She said in a sickly sweet tone that could give cavities just from hearing it.
Mike's eyes shot wide in astonishment. He didn't understand the complete context of this situation, and he knew that Chloé didn't have the best temper to begin with, but there was definitely something wrong here and he needed to act fast.
"Look, Chloé, that girl you saw me with earlier wasn't-" Micheal stuttered.
"What?" Chloé cut in. "Not your secret girlfriend who you were kissing oh so passionately behind the diner?"
A lightbulb dinged over Mike's head as the seriousness of this confrontation was finally realized.
"Excuse me, sir," Mike said.
Micheal glared at Mike.
"I'm not talking to you, idiot, but if you want to take this outside so I can settle my situation with Chloé..."
Without warning, Micheal snagged Mike's collar, but found his rival to be much heavier than he anticipated. A lot taller and broader as well.
"Do you really think that either of us are worth Ms.Blanchette's precious time? If you do then you really have to check your ego."
Mike gripped his rival's wrist and yanked it off his person, the action almost making Micheal lose his balance.
Now at full height, Mike stood about two heads taller, and his flexed muscles beneath his suit began to show.
Luckily, Micheal scurried away after giving a petty insult, but was caught by the theater's security after being reported by the viewers below of the rising tension in the 14th row.
Mike fell back on his chair with a heavy thud. His heart racing, he searched for his handkerchief and blinked when he realized who he had given it to moments prior to that ugly exchange.
"I'm uh... sorry for barging into your problems like that." Mike said with a nervous smile.
He expected Chloé to huff and agree with him and maybe make a comment about his lack of tact, but to his surprise all Chloé did was raise an eyebrow at him and lifted both her nylon-covered legs... so she could put them on his lap.
Mike jolted as his eyes darted between the zipper ankle boots on his thigh and the woman they belonged to.
Chloé said nothing and simply turned her attention to the movie screen. The advertisements done with, the prologue began to play which helped ease Mike into a more comfortable atmosphere. That is until the left boot in his lap began to nudge his stomach.
At first Mike thought nothing of it and that Chloé was simply adjusting her posture or doing a quick stretch. But the boot kept bumping into him thus breaking his focus from the movie.
About ten minutes in, Mike had enough and he put his hand on Chloé's left leg. Now, Mike had never really been a foot or leg person, but the feel of the glossy stocking material underneath his fingertips tempted him to do something. He didn't quite know what exactly, but after what felt like the hundredth nudge against his belly button, Mike finally took action and found his fingers latching onto the zipper of Chloé's left boot.
He made sure to pull once a loud scene in the movie occurred as to not bother the other guests in the theater. However, the moment zipper tag made it 3/4 up, Chloé's right boot pushed against his hand in an attempt to stop him.
The opportunity fading with the loud scenes final moments, Mike glanced at Chloé, who did not seem disturbed by his antics at all. In fact, judging by the mischievous glint in her silver eyes, he was almost certain that she was challenging him.
So, with his strong hands, Mike managed to fully unzip Chloé's boot and tug it halfway off her nylon-clad foot. The sheer black material glistening in the dim light from the movie screen, Mike had no idea what to do now, that is until Chloé decided to kick him in the chin with her right boot as punishment for his attempt to expose her left one.
Feeling rather cross, Mike turned his gaze and met the snobby expression that he was used to seeing on a daily basis. That is until he decided to test a little theory that had just popped in his head at that very moment.
Flexing a single index finger, Mike placed it against Chloé's exposed heel and slowly scratched the silky nylons. The reaction he received was immediate, and Chloé's entire form jumped as if she'd been electrocuted. The offset beret atop her head nearly falling off, she clamped one hand on it to keep it in place and used the other to slap away Mike's wiggling finger.
She succeeded in the former, but not the latter, as Mike made a sudden move and shifted his hands from Chloé's feet to her ribs and the French woman nearly yelped at the swift action.
A smirk on his face, it foretold a clear warning that Chloé understood. But just to be sure, he whispered ever so quietly so that only person who could hear him was Chloé.
"I've done a big favor for you in dealing with that brute Micheal, so you're gonna let me play with your pantyhosed foot for a while, alright?"
His fingers danced lightly against Chloé's ribs to emphasize his point, and the woman reluctantly agreed as she didn't want to run the risk of laughing uncontrollably in a public place.
Satisfied with their agreement, Mike removed his hands and leaned back into his chair. He observed the half-covered nylon foot in his lap and it's booted partner, and another idea dinged in his meticulous brain.
"How about this?" Mike leaned in and whispered. "If you can keep your boot on for the next 15 minutes, I'll give you a nice massage instead?"
"What do you mean?" Chloé asked but got her answer as another ticklish jolt came from the heel of her left foot.
Her expression screamed treason, but at this point Mike could care less. Perhaps it was due to his less than favorable past with the vice-president, but there was definitely something else in the mix.
Mike remembered the rare sadness that loomed in Chloé's eyes when she arrived in the theater, and he had to admit that she looked much prettier when she smiled.
So, Mike took it upon himself to make her show her pearly whites, whether Chloé wanted to or not.
Slow and methodical, Mike dragged the tip of his index finger across Chloé's nylon clad sole. The closer he got to the arch, the more frantic the French woman's foot twitched which had allowed the boot atop it to slide slightly upward thus exposing more of her size nine sole.
"It's only been about a minute..." Mike teased as he did another upward stroke. "Do you really want to find out what's gonna happen if you let your boot fall off?"
Sliding his finger to the center of her foot, Chloé's eyes widened to their maximum radius as she hastily shook her head in a silent plea of mercy.
Mike, however, was not feeling merciful, and scratched ever so softly against the moist section of her smooth arch. The sound of scratchy nylon was music to Mike's ears, and the bucking and writhing from Chloé was the icing on the cake.
Up and down then side to side, Mike made sure to leave no patch of skin untouched and felt his heart skip a beat when Chloé's boot dangled helplessly before sliding all the way up to her delicate toes which scrunched down in a last attempt to keep it on.
The French woman, all the while, was twisting her upper torso while trying to keep her legs and feet completely still. She failed miserably, and had clenched her teeth on Mike's handkerchief to stifle the giggles that bubbled in her stomach.
Her beret had fallen off as well, which allowed her black hair to whip back and forth as tears began to ruin her ebony eyeliner.
"N-Not z-zee toes!" Chloé managed to blurt out in a desperate whisper. "Anyzing but zee t-toes!"
Her accent on full blast, Mike chuckled to himself as his lone finger dug into the frantic wiggling toes that held Chloé's boot. He was aware that this was probably cheating as he was attacking Chloé's last hope, but eh, all is fair in love and war right?
Gliding across the french woman's toes, Mike landed a critical hit as his short nail connected with Chloé's pinky toe.
A muffled scream on the verge of escaping her thin, cherry red lips, Chloé tried to protect her defenseless left foot with her right, but accidentally knocked the dangling boot aside until it dangled on the last three digits starting from the big toe.
Mike checked his watch in triumph. "Looks like you only made it at the eight minute mark, guess it's time to give you the proper punishment."
"N-Not zo fast!" Chloé hissed under her breath and spat out the handkerchief she'd been chomping down on. There were a few tears in the poor soggy cotton.
Squinted silver eyes stinging with tears, Chloé's masquera had long run down her cheeks and had left tiny dotted blotches on her neck. Her taut chest rising and lowering in rapid beats to match her breathy pants, she could barely raise a finger, but managed to point out that her boot was still slightly on.
Mike smirked at this tiny technicality, and lifted her slender leg just below his chest. The boot dangled precariously from the curled and crossed toes beneath the sweaty sheer nylon, and Mike noted the white nail polish on Chloé's short slender toes.
Wiggling his free fingers with his free hand, Mike made no effort to make eye contact as he methodicaly brought his hand closer to Chloé's moist arch. And by the nervous squirming that came from the elegant woman's nylon-covered leg, he knew he'd already won.
The tips of his fingers just a millimeter away, Chloé couldn't take it anymore and used her right foot, that was still booted mind you; to deliver a strong heel to Mike's jaw.
"Hah! Zerves you right you perverted buffoon!" Chloé grinned evilly, but as she congratulated her revenge, the boot on her left foot had fallen off and hit the floor with a dull thud.
"Looks like I won." Mike grinned warmly and released Chloé's sole. But not before sneaking in a quick tickle across the exposed arch.
"Z-Zat's enough!" Chloé's yelp echoed across the movie theater, but fortune had given her a biscuit as the movie had reached its ending thus encouraging all those on the lower roars to stand from their seats, clap their hands, and cheer.
Her feet retreating as Chloé scrambled to safety, Mike covered his mouth to stop the teasing laughter that wanted to escape his throat. He'd always seen Chloé in a stern and stoic state, so witnessing her in such a distressed and giddy state was very refreshing.
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"You immature brute!" Chloé punched Mike's arm in a way that was nowhere on the soft side.
The man rubbed his sore limb. "S-Sorry, I did take things too far in there... Would a nice meal make up for it?"
"I'd rather eat a cactus than dine with zyou!" Chloé huffed and spun on her heels.
Her back toward him, Mike pursed his lips as a concerned thought nicked his brain.
"H-Hey, that Micheal guy isn't going to bother you anymore, is he?"
Footsteps halted then and there, Chloé didn't turn around, but she did clench her fists and answered in a stern, but quivering breath.
"Not if he values his petty life."
"T-Thats great to hear!" Mike grinned warmly and let out a relieved sigh.
His conscience clear, the humble man skipped down the premises. Maybe he'd even be allowed to take another 5 minutes on his lunchbreak after this successful outing.
Now alone, Chloé glanced behind her with a faint blush on her pale cheeks when Mike was out of earshot.
"Hmph, you're still a buffoon... but a barely tolerable buffoon..."
Her nylon clad toes curled inside her boots.
"But I'm never letting zyou tickle my tootzies ever again!" She said snootily and strutted to her green sedan that was parked on the sidewalk.
Oh how was Ms. Blanchette wrong... didn't she know that history tended to rhyme?
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