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Hello everyone. Another story and a new woman to boot. Enjoy and please leave a recommendation for the next flag and location. Cheers all and I hope you have a blessed start in the new year's month of February! Also, don't worry, the tickle fight story between Chloé, Fiona, and Yvonne is coming. I'm just trying to expand the lore of this fiction universe that I've devised.
The morning began with a strong sip of coffee and a nervous crunch of an over-toasted bagel that was left half-eaten on a paper plate that Mike disposed of with great reluctance. His mother and father had taught him and his sister to never waste food, but Mike's mind was not up to the task to keep up with his moral teachings as he entered the office for what he assumed to be a hectic memory in the making that he prayed he would forget in the next coming days. The source of Mike's dread was clear, as the seductive smile of his ex-girlfriend was the first thing to to greet him as he sat down at his cubicle and turned on his computer. Mike felt small. Smaller than he'd ever felt his whole life despite being an imposing figure with a fit physique that would persuade most folks to avoid him when he was in a bad mood. But Mike Humbol was a kind soul, who never wished for anyone's downfall or their mental or physical suffering; yet the position he found himself in included both stress of the mind and a throbbing ache in his right hand when he meekly tilted his gaze to meet with the fierce green eyes that belonged to none other than Yvonne Altobelo whose greedy glare froze Mike in place.
"Mike~" Yvonne hummed with a sweetness that contrasted her impatience. "You've been avoiding me for the past three days! Is there something troubling you? We're friends, are we not? So why not open up about your worries with someone who's bound to understand?"
"I... don't think I have time to speak about my personal issues." Mike gulped and sighed when his computer failed to boot up on the first press of the power button. Mike really needed to fix his computer, but he'd never gotten around to it due to the amount of paperwork that sat on his desk in a neat but imposing manner with a few pencils and a dull sharpener on top of the heap.
"But you do!" Yvonne clapped and suddenly leaned down to rest both her hands on Mike's shoulders that shuddered on contact. "I've been told that your coffee breaks are at twelve o'clock sharp. This means you have half an hour to do whatever you want, so why not spend it with me? I'm sure there's plenty of important details that we need to iron out!"
"God. Was this pushy woman the kind of person I was attracted to a few years ago? Maybe I was a lot more shallow in my youth than I considered..." Mike thought as he did his best to not look away from Yvonne who's grip was as delicate as the pattering steps of a spider.
"Excuse me. We've only begun to pass out today's workload, so I would appreciate it if you didn't distract our staff, Ms. Altobelo." Evelyn interrupted with a stern voice that still managed to remain respectful despite her clear disapproval of the scene before her.
"I see." Yvonne released her hold and Mike let out a deep breath he hadn't realized he was holding in. "Well, I suppose I'll go assist that snobby vice-president of yours, Mrs. Grace. I hope that you treat me to a fine lunch, Mike. There's so many places in Canada that I want to visit before I leave for Italy!"
Mike wiped the sweat off his brow with his sleeve, then thanked Evelyn for her timely intervention. In some ways, Mike found that Evelyn and her husband, Henry were the aunt and uncle he never had. However, once Yvonne was gone, Evelyn clicked her tongue and shifted her attention to Mike with a look that seemed both disappointed and cautious.
"I know you have history with that meddling woman." Evelyn said in a soft whisper. "But you can't let her bully you, Mike. You're a grown man for God's sake, and you need to start acting like it. Where's the gentleman who stood up for Chloé in her hour of need? Or the man who bested Fiona in a contest of hanging endurance on a pair of metal monkey bars? You need to change your attitude, Mike, because I won't be in the office all the time to protect you from Yvonne's claws."
Mike lowered his head in shame and nodded. His parents didn't raise him to be a coward, and Rebecca would no doubt berate him for his foolishness. No. Mike needed to get his head out of the gutter and back into the game of life. After all, if he allowed himself to wallow in past despair, he would never be able to push forward and appreciate the new day that God had granted him. With a strong exhale and a proud nod, Mike assured Evelyn that she had nothing to fear which she appreciated with a glowing smile and a soft tap on the head that flustered Mike as he struggled not to blush.
"Alright!" Mike stretched his fingers and returned to his attempts at booting up his computer. "Come on you ancient piece of technology... I dusted you off at the start of the week, so why are you giving me such a hard time?"
"Here, it usually helps when you give it a good smack.~" Sang a sweet voice that was thickly scented with mint.
Mike jumped in his chair as Mira, another recent and temporary addition to the company, gave his computer a hard thud with a small fist that at first glance; seemed unable to deliver the devastating whack that ended his technology issues. Mike thanked Mira, but instead of walking away, Mira decided to linger and fiddled with the star shaped earing that dangled from her left ear and grinned at Mike with a smile that was starting to make him feel uneasy.
"Um... Is there anything I can do for you in return for helping me with my computer, Ms. Rosel?" Mike tried to start a conversation, but the silence remained for a few awkward seconds longer until Mira giggled cutely and gently slapped Mike on the back.
"Geez. You need to lighten up, Mike. Otherwise you'll grow into a grumpy old man that society will want to dispose of the first chance it gets!" Mira joked but the man on the receiving end of her jape failed to see the humor in it. "On another note, I do have a reason for coming over to your cubicle. Also, please call me Mira. I'm not ready to be addressed like my mother just yet."
Mira revealed a sealed envelop in from her small handbag and passed it to Mike. Curious, Mike opened it with a silver letter opener Evelyn had gifted him after his first year with the company, and widened his eyes at the letter's request.
"Are you serious?" Mike asked. "This can't be real. Why would Evelyn send me to Edmonton when we've already got a huge project on our hands?"
"Maybe its because the boss of the building recognizes that her poor subordinate is at the mercy of the wicked Italian?" Mira hid half of her smirk with an open hand. "That, and I've been curious about you since we traded glances, so I figured that this would be a good opportunity to get properly acquainted with you."
"Um... I'm flattered, I guess?" Mike didn't know what else to say, but when he finished his daily quota before lunch, he was relieved at the idea that he was able to escape a long conversation with Yvonne for a little while longer. Granted, he knew his luck wouldn't last, thus he took it upon himself to devise a plan to counter any mockery that would surely appear once he and Yvonne had a proper chat.
"Hey." Mira flicked Mike's forehead. "Stop staring into the distance. It's creeping me out."
"Sorry." Mike scratched his head, then put on his coat. Mira's clothes hadn't changed much since she first started, as she sported the same purple sundress spotted with orange and yellow suns along the sleeves and waist that added a nice contrast to the bright blue tights that ended in her tall, green stilettoes. Only this time around, Mira added a puffy white jacket with red fur to protect her from the gnawing cold that lingered from the recent winter.
"Appreciating my beauty?" Mira giggled innocently with a smile that alluded otherwise.
"Er..." Mike struggled to keep up with Mira's teasing, and felt his heart skip a beat when she slipped past his defenses and wrapped her arm around his.
"Wow. There's a lot of muscle beneath this coat isn't there? No wonder you were a candidate to be on the Canadian boxing team in the Olympics! Consider me impressed, Iron Gentleman!" Mira hummed a sweet tune as she dragged the blushing mess that was Mike Humbol toward the elevators that would bring them to the ground floor where a taxi would be waiting for them.
Mike tried to free himself, but Mira was shockingly strong for her size, and managed to use leverage to her advantage as she kept Mike snuggled in a position that did not go unnoticed by the other women who were currently in the office. Those being, Chloé who set aside her mug of coffee and raised a disapproving and jealous brow at the scene before the elevator. Fiona, who looked on with worry etched on her freckled face. Matilda, whose concern for Mike had grown considerably over the past few days after witnessing the bullying Yvonne had imposed on the young man since she'd arrived. Harshita, who saw Mike as a dear friend ever since he arrived at the company and fretted for his well being. And last but not least, Yvonne, who's venomous green eyes narrowed on Mike with a dangerous promise that could not be put into words.
When the cold air finally greeted Mike and the taxi was in sight, he politely asked Mira to release him and sagged his shoulders once he was free. "God. The atmosphere back there was thicker than concrete." Mike said to no one in particular and cracked his neck.
"Who could blame them?" Mira said as she sauntered over to the taxi that slowed to a stop beside the sidewalk. The taxi driver, a middle-aged man wearing a plastic yellow jacket and black pants, hopped out of the car to open its passenger doors for Mike and Mira, then offered a thumbs up to the former in approval for what he assumed to be Mike's girlfriend or wife.
Mike shook his head in an attempt to correct the taxi driver's assumption, but the driver merely chuckled and told Mike not to keep his beautiful company waiting. Once Mike was seated on the rough leather of the taxi, he noticed the vehicle was fitted with an thin screen cover that separated the driver from its passengers with only a small sliding window that was barely big enough for Mike to reach his hand through. The taxi driver explained that most of his customers enjoyed their privacy, and asked if Mike or Mira would like the radio to be on during their hour long ride to the airport.
"Go ahead and turn it on." Mira replied before Mike could get a word in. "Oh, but there's no need to please us, Mr. Driver. You go on and tune in to whatever station your heart desires. Just keep the volume to a minimum, okay?"
The driver nodded and slipped the sliding door shut. The taxi started with a gurgling jump, then transitioned into a smooth growl that was barely audible over the jazzy songs that played over it. Mike allowed himself a reprieve, and slumped against the headrest of his seat with a weary sigh. He closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep, but quickly realized that something was amiss. A small shift there and a subtle nudge here, despite his lack of sight Mike understood the smooth sensation that traced up and down his leg all too well. No doubt, it was the feeling of a stocking clad foot rubbing against his pants, and soon found itself resting on his thigh. Mike opened his eyes and glanced down at the light blue, sheer stockinged foot on his lap that was currently encased in an expensive green high heel.
"Um... Mira?" Mike gulped. He looked over at his cohort, and her gaze slowly turned toward him with mischief dancing in her deep blue eyes.
"It's a really long drive to the airport, wouldn't you agree? So why don't you humor me with a foot rub? My feet are sized at six and a half by the way." Mira taunted Mike and wiggled her toes while they were still concealed in her green heel.
Mike did not want to admit it, but he'd snuck a few glances Mira's way whenever she walked past him and allowed his eyes to wander. It's not that he was a pervert, though he was still a man, and any man who swung straight could not deny that Mira was a beauty among beauties. In fact, now that Mike got a closer look at his Swedish cohort, he found her to be just as, if not more attractive than the gorgeous company he saw everyday at the office. That, and Mike's eyes tended to drift a little lower whenever Mira popped her heel off to rub her aching toes. It was strange, however, as Mira seemed to perform this action specifically whenever she was around Mike's cubicle. Perhaps the janitor had neglected to wipe the dust around Mike's workspace in the past week?
"Mike..." Mira rolled her eyes playfully and raised her foot to gently tap Mike's chin. "You're spacing out again. In the presence of a wonderful woman no less!"
"Sorry..." Mike blinked. "You wanted a foot rub, right? I'm not a professional massager by any means, but hopefully I can be of service. I've been able to please the likes of Chloé, so that's gotta count for something, right?"
Mike acted on instinct rather than thought, and slowly took hold of Mira's foot. He tried to slip off her heel, but when his fingers clasped around the footwear, he witnessed Mira curl her toes and purse her lips in defiance.
"Um... do you not want a foot rub, Mira?" Mike asked with a hint of both hope and disappointment.
"I do want one." Mira showed a smile that Mike felt was forced. "So go ahead. Take off my stiletto."
Mike tried again, this time with a tad more effort, but found that Mira's foot refused to release the shoe that covered it. Mike aimed a confused expression Mira's way, and witnessed an unfamiliar dusting of pink on the Swedish woman's pale cheeks. Did she want a foot rub or not? Even if Mike did ask for a verbal confirmation, he knew better than most that actions spoke louder than words.
"You don't have to force yourself." Mike said after a brief pause. "If you're uncomfortable with me touching your feet, there's plenty of other ways to break the ice. How about you tell me what it's like back in Sweden? I'm sure you've got plenty of stories about your home country, and I can share a few of mine in return."
Mike expected Mira to shyly agree, but instead of submitting to his offer, Mira huffed in an annoyed manner and leaned forward to remove her own shoe. Mira's foot was slim, with cute plump toes dazzled with yellow nail polish and an arch that was not as high as Chloé's, but a smidge higher than Harshita's. It was a beautiful foot, Mike nodded, then felt a bit of excitement as he carefully pressed his thumbs against the ridge beneath Mira's toes.
"Oh!~" Mira exclaimed. She used one had to cover her mouth and the other to grip the headrest of her seat as she leaned back in pleasured surprise. "Y-You're quite skilled with your hands, aren't you, Mike?~"
Mike simply nodded at the compliment and continued to smooth out the wrinkles beneath the nylon that covered Mira's twitching foot. Mike didn't want to jump to conclusions, but whenever he lightened his touch, he swore he heard the faintest of giggles slip through Mira's thin lips. The most sensitive area appeared to be the space between the heel and the arch, and to confirm his suspicions, Mike kneaded the knuckles of his index fingers into the soft flesh and was rewarded with a sharp bark of laughter unfit for an elegant woman like Mira.
"Is everything alright back there? We still have forty-five minutes left on our journey, so if you need to make a pit-stop just let me know." Said the taxi driver after he slid open the small door that separated himself from his passengers. Thankfully, due to the small door's limited view, the taxi driver didn't see Mike massaging Mira's foot or her embarrassed reaction to her massager's skilled fingers.
"Thanks, but we're good here. No need to worry about us, sir." Mike said and slumped in his seat when the taxi driver closed the small door. Mike then turned his attention back to Mira, and vexed his brows at her adorable pout that was smothered in a hot red blush.
"...Ticklish?" Mike asked with a shy smile. That word alone made Mira's toes curl around Mike's fingers as she nervously nodded.
"I-I do like foot massages." Mira conceded. "But I rarely get them because most gents treat my soles too roughly. You, on the other hand, seem to handle my exquisite yet t-ticklish feet just fine." Just saying the word ticklish made Mira's skin crawl, as being a beauty like no other, she was often the target of playful teasing from her friends and family alike that often involved the action of the word without her consent.
"Well..." Mike's heart pounded in his chest. "I don't want to be kicked in the face, and I definitely don't want to get on your bad side, so why don't we end things here and-"
Mike felt that this was an appropriate moment to end this whimsical affair, but the sudden delivery of a second pair of nylon-clad toes that landed on his chin had ended whatever proposal he was about to make. Mike stared wide-eyed at Mira, whose mischievous demeanor returned despite the hot blush that smothered her dainty visage.
"I never said that I didn't grow to dislike the sensation, did I?~" Mira purred. "So why don't we continue my massage, Mike? I don't mind a few... happy accidents either, as long as you're not rough on my soles I can endure whatever you have in store.~"
"Alright." Mike complied and allowed his fingers to wander. He was careful around Mira's arches, but he couldn't help being allured by her wiggling toes. The nylon felt slippery beneath his touch, and Mike was slowly becoming mesmerized by how Mira's foot twitched in the opposite direction of Mike's timid reach, only to return with a playful tap against his palm that begged him for more pleasure.
"Ten minutes to go until we're at the airport folks!" Called the taxi driver who didn't bother to slide the small door all the way open and quickly shut it closed so he could listen to his favorite songs written by Elvis.
"Ten minutes..." Mike glanced at Mira, who was happily resting with her eyes closed, but still awake enough to keep her balance as she leaned back on her chair and the tinted window. With a brave heart, Mike dared to do what he thought was impossible and slid a single finger from the heel of Mira's nylon clad foot to the edge of her big toe. The reaction he received was extraordinary, as Mira giggled with a cheerful grin as her toes flexed inwards then outwards in response.
"T-That tickled~" Mira said dreamily.
Mike took that as an okay to continue, and he continued to trace small circles inside Mira's arch. The soft wrinkles that Mike felt through the thin nylon material was hypnotizing, and he slowly drifted his lone finger to the spot between the arch and heel and dug in. Mira shuddered and crossed her arms to hug herself as the cutest of giggles poured from her mouth.
"Ahahaha!~ Thahahat's the worst!~" Mira shuddered and rolled from side to side as Mike gripped her the pinky toe of her left foot with one hand and used his right to secure the big toe. Mike wiggled both toes at the same time, and smiled as the toes between them wriggled in vain as the ticklish motions of their neighboring digits invoked them into moving involuntarily. Soon enough, Mike took the opportunity to wedge all five of his fingers between and around Mira's toes. The sheer blue nylons around them more moist and willing to bend than when they were dry.
"N-Now wait j-just a second, Mike." Mira said with half-lidded eyes that were smoky and a bitten lip that was curled into a tiny smirk. "I-I'm not ready for that yet... if you tickled me now with all five of your fingers, I'll probably scream and the taxi driver will notice. Maybe even the people outside.~"
Mike rubbed his chin in false contemplation. "Nothing ventured nothing gained. I'm sure that an intelligent woman such as yourself has come up with a plethora of believable excuses should an embarrassing moment arrive. Besides, the giggles you make are absolutely adorable. In fact, I think they're the most charming noises I've ever heard."
Mira put both hands on her cheeks and showed a confused frown. She tried to play the innocent gal to gather as much info about Mike as possible for her own ambitions, but the sincerity of his compliment threw her for a loop that made the blush on her face all the more red and hot.
"Aw, don't be sad. Here, I'll help get the mood back up along with your toes." Mike chuckled and dug his fingers against the moist nylons and rubbed the pale skin beneath them which ushered forth a rush of butterflies in Mira's stomach that made her thrash and flail in an attempt to keep them at bay. All five of Mira's toes were twitching, and her free foot found its way onto Mike's shoulder and pushed with all its might in an attempt to free the other foot that was under ticklish duress, but unfortunately Mike was the stronger of the two and in complete control.
Mike felt the taxi round a turn, and took that as a signal that the airport was but seconds away. With a last hurrah, Mike did something that not even his brain expected, and lifted Mira's foot toward his mouth so his teeth could gently nibble at the spot between the heel and the arch, which proved to be Mira's most ticklish spot a few moments ago.
"Ohihihihihi!~ That's thehihihi worshahaharsst!~ I cahahan't tahahake anymohohohore!!!~" Mira squealed with tears leaking down her cheeks that ruined her makeup, but the abrupt honk from the taxi spared her from indecency as Mike released his hold.
Mira was quick to huddle her feet to safety, snatching her heels off the floor and fumbled to put them back on as she kept most of her focus on Mike in case he decided to attack her with another tickle assault.
"There we are, my dear guests!" The taxi driver opened the passenger door with a flourish, and grew puzzled at the frazzled state of Mira while Mike remained calm as a rock.
"Here's a tip for the excellent and safe journey. By the way, what was that honk for? We didn't hit anything did we?" Mike asked and handed the taxi driver a twenty dollar bill.
"Oh, nothing of the sort. I've got the eyes of an eagle." The taxi driver boasted and thanked Mike for his generous donation. "It's just that a silver sports car swerved onto the road suddenly and nearly hit me and a few other taxis that were pulling into the drop off area. I swear, the nerve of some people really drive me nuts. By the way, is the lovely lady alright? She hasn't come out of the taxi yet."
"Mira?" Mike leaned down to peek into the taxi, then felt a fierce grip on his collar that forced him even lower.
"If you ever do that to me again without my permission," Mira said crossly, "I'll make sure you regret it. Do you understand me, Mike Humbol?"
However, Mike approached Mira's hostility with a swift hand that found a grip on her vulnerable ribs that made her eyes widen in desperation.
"Okay." Mike conceded. "But I've got a few tricks of my own to defend myself. Don't you forget it, Mira." Mike laughed and was dragged off by his tie in a hunched manner as Mira stomped sassily toward the airport with one hand on her hip and her pale visage brightened by a cherry hue.
End.
There we are, my first chapter with Mira Rosel from Sweden. I wanted to approach this new character with a few layers, and I think I did a good job of showing her more manipulative side that contrasts in its approach when compared to that of Yvonne. So, the real question is, have you guys spotted the hints that Mira might not be all sweets and flowers? I left a few big hints suggesting the idea, and I know the readers are a lot smarter than some folks give credit for.
I also wanted to point out that I managed to type this story in two hours. Could it be better? Probably, but it could also be worse. Either way, I'm happy with how it turned out and I'm excited to see what other characters and scenarios you guys want to read. All within reason of course.
Cheers, Silstone18.
The morning began with a strong sip of coffee and a nervous crunch of an over-toasted bagel that was left half-eaten on a paper plate that Mike disposed of with great reluctance. His mother and father had taught him and his sister to never waste food, but Mike's mind was not up to the task to keep up with his moral teachings as he entered the office for what he assumed to be a hectic memory in the making that he prayed he would forget in the next coming days. The source of Mike's dread was clear, as the seductive smile of his ex-girlfriend was the first thing to to greet him as he sat down at his cubicle and turned on his computer. Mike felt small. Smaller than he'd ever felt his whole life despite being an imposing figure with a fit physique that would persuade most folks to avoid him when he was in a bad mood. But Mike Humbol was a kind soul, who never wished for anyone's downfall or their mental or physical suffering; yet the position he found himself in included both stress of the mind and a throbbing ache in his right hand when he meekly tilted his gaze to meet with the fierce green eyes that belonged to none other than Yvonne Altobelo whose greedy glare froze Mike in place.
"Mike~" Yvonne hummed with a sweetness that contrasted her impatience. "You've been avoiding me for the past three days! Is there something troubling you? We're friends, are we not? So why not open up about your worries with someone who's bound to understand?"
"I... don't think I have time to speak about my personal issues." Mike gulped and sighed when his computer failed to boot up on the first press of the power button. Mike really needed to fix his computer, but he'd never gotten around to it due to the amount of paperwork that sat on his desk in a neat but imposing manner with a few pencils and a dull sharpener on top of the heap.
"But you do!" Yvonne clapped and suddenly leaned down to rest both her hands on Mike's shoulders that shuddered on contact. "I've been told that your coffee breaks are at twelve o'clock sharp. This means you have half an hour to do whatever you want, so why not spend it with me? I'm sure there's plenty of important details that we need to iron out!"
"God. Was this pushy woman the kind of person I was attracted to a few years ago? Maybe I was a lot more shallow in my youth than I considered..." Mike thought as he did his best to not look away from Yvonne who's grip was as delicate as the pattering steps of a spider.
"Excuse me. We've only begun to pass out today's workload, so I would appreciate it if you didn't distract our staff, Ms. Altobelo." Evelyn interrupted with a stern voice that still managed to remain respectful despite her clear disapproval of the scene before her.
"I see." Yvonne released her hold and Mike let out a deep breath he hadn't realized he was holding in. "Well, I suppose I'll go assist that snobby vice-president of yours, Mrs. Grace. I hope that you treat me to a fine lunch, Mike. There's so many places in Canada that I want to visit before I leave for Italy!"
Mike wiped the sweat off his brow with his sleeve, then thanked Evelyn for her timely intervention. In some ways, Mike found that Evelyn and her husband, Henry were the aunt and uncle he never had. However, once Yvonne was gone, Evelyn clicked her tongue and shifted her attention to Mike with a look that seemed both disappointed and cautious.
"I know you have history with that meddling woman." Evelyn said in a soft whisper. "But you can't let her bully you, Mike. You're a grown man for God's sake, and you need to start acting like it. Where's the gentleman who stood up for Chloé in her hour of need? Or the man who bested Fiona in a contest of hanging endurance on a pair of metal monkey bars? You need to change your attitude, Mike, because I won't be in the office all the time to protect you from Yvonne's claws."
Mike lowered his head in shame and nodded. His parents didn't raise him to be a coward, and Rebecca would no doubt berate him for his foolishness. No. Mike needed to get his head out of the gutter and back into the game of life. After all, if he allowed himself to wallow in past despair, he would never be able to push forward and appreciate the new day that God had granted him. With a strong exhale and a proud nod, Mike assured Evelyn that she had nothing to fear which she appreciated with a glowing smile and a soft tap on the head that flustered Mike as he struggled not to blush.
"Alright!" Mike stretched his fingers and returned to his attempts at booting up his computer. "Come on you ancient piece of technology... I dusted you off at the start of the week, so why are you giving me such a hard time?"
"Here, it usually helps when you give it a good smack.~" Sang a sweet voice that was thickly scented with mint.
Mike jumped in his chair as Mira, another recent and temporary addition to the company, gave his computer a hard thud with a small fist that at first glance; seemed unable to deliver the devastating whack that ended his technology issues. Mike thanked Mira, but instead of walking away, Mira decided to linger and fiddled with the star shaped earing that dangled from her left ear and grinned at Mike with a smile that was starting to make him feel uneasy.
"Um... Is there anything I can do for you in return for helping me with my computer, Ms. Rosel?" Mike tried to start a conversation, but the silence remained for a few awkward seconds longer until Mira giggled cutely and gently slapped Mike on the back.
"Geez. You need to lighten up, Mike. Otherwise you'll grow into a grumpy old man that society will want to dispose of the first chance it gets!" Mira joked but the man on the receiving end of her jape failed to see the humor in it. "On another note, I do have a reason for coming over to your cubicle. Also, please call me Mira. I'm not ready to be addressed like my mother just yet."
Mira revealed a sealed envelop in from her small handbag and passed it to Mike. Curious, Mike opened it with a silver letter opener Evelyn had gifted him after his first year with the company, and widened his eyes at the letter's request.
"Are you serious?" Mike asked. "This can't be real. Why would Evelyn send me to Edmonton when we've already got a huge project on our hands?"
"Maybe its because the boss of the building recognizes that her poor subordinate is at the mercy of the wicked Italian?" Mira hid half of her smirk with an open hand. "That, and I've been curious about you since we traded glances, so I figured that this would be a good opportunity to get properly acquainted with you."
"Um... I'm flattered, I guess?" Mike didn't know what else to say, but when he finished his daily quota before lunch, he was relieved at the idea that he was able to escape a long conversation with Yvonne for a little while longer. Granted, he knew his luck wouldn't last, thus he took it upon himself to devise a plan to counter any mockery that would surely appear once he and Yvonne had a proper chat.
"Hey." Mira flicked Mike's forehead. "Stop staring into the distance. It's creeping me out."
"Sorry." Mike scratched his head, then put on his coat. Mira's clothes hadn't changed much since she first started, as she sported the same purple sundress spotted with orange and yellow suns along the sleeves and waist that added a nice contrast to the bright blue tights that ended in her tall, green stilettoes. Only this time around, Mira added a puffy white jacket with red fur to protect her from the gnawing cold that lingered from the recent winter.
"Appreciating my beauty?" Mira giggled innocently with a smile that alluded otherwise.
"Er..." Mike struggled to keep up with Mira's teasing, and felt his heart skip a beat when she slipped past his defenses and wrapped her arm around his.
"Wow. There's a lot of muscle beneath this coat isn't there? No wonder you were a candidate to be on the Canadian boxing team in the Olympics! Consider me impressed, Iron Gentleman!" Mira hummed a sweet tune as she dragged the blushing mess that was Mike Humbol toward the elevators that would bring them to the ground floor where a taxi would be waiting for them.
Mike tried to free himself, but Mira was shockingly strong for her size, and managed to use leverage to her advantage as she kept Mike snuggled in a position that did not go unnoticed by the other women who were currently in the office. Those being, Chloé who set aside her mug of coffee and raised a disapproving and jealous brow at the scene before the elevator. Fiona, who looked on with worry etched on her freckled face. Matilda, whose concern for Mike had grown considerably over the past few days after witnessing the bullying Yvonne had imposed on the young man since she'd arrived. Harshita, who saw Mike as a dear friend ever since he arrived at the company and fretted for his well being. And last but not least, Yvonne, who's venomous green eyes narrowed on Mike with a dangerous promise that could not be put into words.
When the cold air finally greeted Mike and the taxi was in sight, he politely asked Mira to release him and sagged his shoulders once he was free. "God. The atmosphere back there was thicker than concrete." Mike said to no one in particular and cracked his neck.
"Who could blame them?" Mira said as she sauntered over to the taxi that slowed to a stop beside the sidewalk. The taxi driver, a middle-aged man wearing a plastic yellow jacket and black pants, hopped out of the car to open its passenger doors for Mike and Mira, then offered a thumbs up to the former in approval for what he assumed to be Mike's girlfriend or wife.
Mike shook his head in an attempt to correct the taxi driver's assumption, but the driver merely chuckled and told Mike not to keep his beautiful company waiting. Once Mike was seated on the rough leather of the taxi, he noticed the vehicle was fitted with an thin screen cover that separated the driver from its passengers with only a small sliding window that was barely big enough for Mike to reach his hand through. The taxi driver explained that most of his customers enjoyed their privacy, and asked if Mike or Mira would like the radio to be on during their hour long ride to the airport.
"Go ahead and turn it on." Mira replied before Mike could get a word in. "Oh, but there's no need to please us, Mr. Driver. You go on and tune in to whatever station your heart desires. Just keep the volume to a minimum, okay?"
The driver nodded and slipped the sliding door shut. The taxi started with a gurgling jump, then transitioned into a smooth growl that was barely audible over the jazzy songs that played over it. Mike allowed himself a reprieve, and slumped against the headrest of his seat with a weary sigh. He closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep, but quickly realized that something was amiss. A small shift there and a subtle nudge here, despite his lack of sight Mike understood the smooth sensation that traced up and down his leg all too well. No doubt, it was the feeling of a stocking clad foot rubbing against his pants, and soon found itself resting on his thigh. Mike opened his eyes and glanced down at the light blue, sheer stockinged foot on his lap that was currently encased in an expensive green high heel.
"Um... Mira?" Mike gulped. He looked over at his cohort, and her gaze slowly turned toward him with mischief dancing in her deep blue eyes.
"It's a really long drive to the airport, wouldn't you agree? So why don't you humor me with a foot rub? My feet are sized at six and a half by the way." Mira taunted Mike and wiggled her toes while they were still concealed in her green heel.
Mike did not want to admit it, but he'd snuck a few glances Mira's way whenever she walked past him and allowed his eyes to wander. It's not that he was a pervert, though he was still a man, and any man who swung straight could not deny that Mira was a beauty among beauties. In fact, now that Mike got a closer look at his Swedish cohort, he found her to be just as, if not more attractive than the gorgeous company he saw everyday at the office. That, and Mike's eyes tended to drift a little lower whenever Mira popped her heel off to rub her aching toes. It was strange, however, as Mira seemed to perform this action specifically whenever she was around Mike's cubicle. Perhaps the janitor had neglected to wipe the dust around Mike's workspace in the past week?
"Mike..." Mira rolled her eyes playfully and raised her foot to gently tap Mike's chin. "You're spacing out again. In the presence of a wonderful woman no less!"
"Sorry..." Mike blinked. "You wanted a foot rub, right? I'm not a professional massager by any means, but hopefully I can be of service. I've been able to please the likes of Chloé, so that's gotta count for something, right?"
Mike acted on instinct rather than thought, and slowly took hold of Mira's foot. He tried to slip off her heel, but when his fingers clasped around the footwear, he witnessed Mira curl her toes and purse her lips in defiance.
"Um... do you not want a foot rub, Mira?" Mike asked with a hint of both hope and disappointment.
"I do want one." Mira showed a smile that Mike felt was forced. "So go ahead. Take off my stiletto."
Mike tried again, this time with a tad more effort, but found that Mira's foot refused to release the shoe that covered it. Mike aimed a confused expression Mira's way, and witnessed an unfamiliar dusting of pink on the Swedish woman's pale cheeks. Did she want a foot rub or not? Even if Mike did ask for a verbal confirmation, he knew better than most that actions spoke louder than words.
"You don't have to force yourself." Mike said after a brief pause. "If you're uncomfortable with me touching your feet, there's plenty of other ways to break the ice. How about you tell me what it's like back in Sweden? I'm sure you've got plenty of stories about your home country, and I can share a few of mine in return."
Mike expected Mira to shyly agree, but instead of submitting to his offer, Mira huffed in an annoyed manner and leaned forward to remove her own shoe. Mira's foot was slim, with cute plump toes dazzled with yellow nail polish and an arch that was not as high as Chloé's, but a smidge higher than Harshita's. It was a beautiful foot, Mike nodded, then felt a bit of excitement as he carefully pressed his thumbs against the ridge beneath Mira's toes.
"Oh!~" Mira exclaimed. She used one had to cover her mouth and the other to grip the headrest of her seat as she leaned back in pleasured surprise. "Y-You're quite skilled with your hands, aren't you, Mike?~"
Mike simply nodded at the compliment and continued to smooth out the wrinkles beneath the nylon that covered Mira's twitching foot. Mike didn't want to jump to conclusions, but whenever he lightened his touch, he swore he heard the faintest of giggles slip through Mira's thin lips. The most sensitive area appeared to be the space between the heel and the arch, and to confirm his suspicions, Mike kneaded the knuckles of his index fingers into the soft flesh and was rewarded with a sharp bark of laughter unfit for an elegant woman like Mira.
"Is everything alright back there? We still have forty-five minutes left on our journey, so if you need to make a pit-stop just let me know." Said the taxi driver after he slid open the small door that separated himself from his passengers. Thankfully, due to the small door's limited view, the taxi driver didn't see Mike massaging Mira's foot or her embarrassed reaction to her massager's skilled fingers.
"Thanks, but we're good here. No need to worry about us, sir." Mike said and slumped in his seat when the taxi driver closed the small door. Mike then turned his attention back to Mira, and vexed his brows at her adorable pout that was smothered in a hot red blush.
"...Ticklish?" Mike asked with a shy smile. That word alone made Mira's toes curl around Mike's fingers as she nervously nodded.
"I-I do like foot massages." Mira conceded. "But I rarely get them because most gents treat my soles too roughly. You, on the other hand, seem to handle my exquisite yet t-ticklish feet just fine." Just saying the word ticklish made Mira's skin crawl, as being a beauty like no other, she was often the target of playful teasing from her friends and family alike that often involved the action of the word without her consent.
"Well..." Mike's heart pounded in his chest. "I don't want to be kicked in the face, and I definitely don't want to get on your bad side, so why don't we end things here and-"
Mike felt that this was an appropriate moment to end this whimsical affair, but the sudden delivery of a second pair of nylon-clad toes that landed on his chin had ended whatever proposal he was about to make. Mike stared wide-eyed at Mira, whose mischievous demeanor returned despite the hot blush that smothered her dainty visage.
"I never said that I didn't grow to dislike the sensation, did I?~" Mira purred. "So why don't we continue my massage, Mike? I don't mind a few... happy accidents either, as long as you're not rough on my soles I can endure whatever you have in store.~"
"Alright." Mike complied and allowed his fingers to wander. He was careful around Mira's arches, but he couldn't help being allured by her wiggling toes. The nylon felt slippery beneath his touch, and Mike was slowly becoming mesmerized by how Mira's foot twitched in the opposite direction of Mike's timid reach, only to return with a playful tap against his palm that begged him for more pleasure.
"Ten minutes to go until we're at the airport folks!" Called the taxi driver who didn't bother to slide the small door all the way open and quickly shut it closed so he could listen to his favorite songs written by Elvis.
"Ten minutes..." Mike glanced at Mira, who was happily resting with her eyes closed, but still awake enough to keep her balance as she leaned back on her chair and the tinted window. With a brave heart, Mike dared to do what he thought was impossible and slid a single finger from the heel of Mira's nylon clad foot to the edge of her big toe. The reaction he received was extraordinary, as Mira giggled with a cheerful grin as her toes flexed inwards then outwards in response.
"T-That tickled~" Mira said dreamily.
Mike took that as an okay to continue, and he continued to trace small circles inside Mira's arch. The soft wrinkles that Mike felt through the thin nylon material was hypnotizing, and he slowly drifted his lone finger to the spot between the arch and heel and dug in. Mira shuddered and crossed her arms to hug herself as the cutest of giggles poured from her mouth.
"Ahahaha!~ Thahahat's the worst!~" Mira shuddered and rolled from side to side as Mike gripped her the pinky toe of her left foot with one hand and used his right to secure the big toe. Mike wiggled both toes at the same time, and smiled as the toes between them wriggled in vain as the ticklish motions of their neighboring digits invoked them into moving involuntarily. Soon enough, Mike took the opportunity to wedge all five of his fingers between and around Mira's toes. The sheer blue nylons around them more moist and willing to bend than when they were dry.
"N-Now wait j-just a second, Mike." Mira said with half-lidded eyes that were smoky and a bitten lip that was curled into a tiny smirk. "I-I'm not ready for that yet... if you tickled me now with all five of your fingers, I'll probably scream and the taxi driver will notice. Maybe even the people outside.~"
Mike rubbed his chin in false contemplation. "Nothing ventured nothing gained. I'm sure that an intelligent woman such as yourself has come up with a plethora of believable excuses should an embarrassing moment arrive. Besides, the giggles you make are absolutely adorable. In fact, I think they're the most charming noises I've ever heard."
Mira put both hands on her cheeks and showed a confused frown. She tried to play the innocent gal to gather as much info about Mike as possible for her own ambitions, but the sincerity of his compliment threw her for a loop that made the blush on her face all the more red and hot.
"Aw, don't be sad. Here, I'll help get the mood back up along with your toes." Mike chuckled and dug his fingers against the moist nylons and rubbed the pale skin beneath them which ushered forth a rush of butterflies in Mira's stomach that made her thrash and flail in an attempt to keep them at bay. All five of Mira's toes were twitching, and her free foot found its way onto Mike's shoulder and pushed with all its might in an attempt to free the other foot that was under ticklish duress, but unfortunately Mike was the stronger of the two and in complete control.
Mike felt the taxi round a turn, and took that as a signal that the airport was but seconds away. With a last hurrah, Mike did something that not even his brain expected, and lifted Mira's foot toward his mouth so his teeth could gently nibble at the spot between the heel and the arch, which proved to be Mira's most ticklish spot a few moments ago.
"Ohihihihihi!~ That's thehihihi worshahaharsst!~ I cahahan't tahahake anymohohohore!!!~" Mira squealed with tears leaking down her cheeks that ruined her makeup, but the abrupt honk from the taxi spared her from indecency as Mike released his hold.
Mira was quick to huddle her feet to safety, snatching her heels off the floor and fumbled to put them back on as she kept most of her focus on Mike in case he decided to attack her with another tickle assault.
"There we are, my dear guests!" The taxi driver opened the passenger door with a flourish, and grew puzzled at the frazzled state of Mira while Mike remained calm as a rock.
"Here's a tip for the excellent and safe journey. By the way, what was that honk for? We didn't hit anything did we?" Mike asked and handed the taxi driver a twenty dollar bill.
"Oh, nothing of the sort. I've got the eyes of an eagle." The taxi driver boasted and thanked Mike for his generous donation. "It's just that a silver sports car swerved onto the road suddenly and nearly hit me and a few other taxis that were pulling into the drop off area. I swear, the nerve of some people really drive me nuts. By the way, is the lovely lady alright? She hasn't come out of the taxi yet."
"Mira?" Mike leaned down to peek into the taxi, then felt a fierce grip on his collar that forced him even lower.
"If you ever do that to me again without my permission," Mira said crossly, "I'll make sure you regret it. Do you understand me, Mike Humbol?"
However, Mike approached Mira's hostility with a swift hand that found a grip on her vulnerable ribs that made her eyes widen in desperation.
"Okay." Mike conceded. "But I've got a few tricks of my own to defend myself. Don't you forget it, Mira." Mike laughed and was dragged off by his tie in a hunched manner as Mira stomped sassily toward the airport with one hand on her hip and her pale visage brightened by a cherry hue.
End.
There we are, my first chapter with Mira Rosel from Sweden. I wanted to approach this new character with a few layers, and I think I did a good job of showing her more manipulative side that contrasts in its approach when compared to that of Yvonne. So, the real question is, have you guys spotted the hints that Mira might not be all sweets and flowers? I left a few big hints suggesting the idea, and I know the readers are a lot smarter than some folks give credit for.
I also wanted to point out that I managed to type this story in two hours. Could it be better? Probably, but it could also be worse. Either way, I'm happy with how it turned out and I'm excited to see what other characters and scenarios you guys want to read. All within reason of course.
Cheers, Silstone18.
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