UnderFoot in the Office ***ADULTS ONLY***

Chapter Three

Cindy's apartment building was a non-descript four story brown box just off of the highway. Richard's first thought was how amazing it was that such a beautiful girl could live in such an ugly place. There was no green space to be found, instead the building seemed to encroach not only on the narrow sidewalk that skirted it's edges but on the very roadway itself.
He pulled up in front of the main entrance, two battered wooden doors painted matte black with tiny wire mesh windows, and beeped the horn twice in quick succession. This had been Cindy's idea. Richard rarely ever used his cars horn and had worried that it might not even work when she had suggested it.
In point of fact, he had worried about every detail of this meeting. The car and it's horn were the least of his concerns. He had spent the evening, showering, exfoliating, clipping pubic, nose, and chest hairs. He had done ten miles on his exercise bike and then had to shower all over again. He had laid out more than eight different outfits, trying to find that perfect combination of 'stylish GQ' and 'I just threw this on without looking'. Sleep was elusive as he tossed and turned, first imagining how well everything would go and then becoming sure it would be a complete disaster.
When he finally did fall asleep he dreamed he was only an inch tall and surrounded by giant naked woman. They walked and ran all around him, their massive feet nearly flattening him and their steps shaking the ground like earthquakes. Finally he was swept up by an enormous woman who had no idea he was trapped in the salty crevasse of her first and second toes and hanging on for dear life.
He dragged himself up using the short stubbly hairs on her leg as handholds. His goal winked at him high above as the giantess walked on unaware.
After what seemed like hours he reached the point where her legs met and squirmed his way up into the safety of her womanhood.
Inside, he found a room with pink shag carpeting on the walls, floor, and ceiling. Pieces of soft spongy furniture in a similar shade were scattered about in a pleasing arrangement. Exhausted from the climb, he dropped into a huge chair and was immediately enveloped by it. He tried to fight his way out but he was being suffocated. Richard opened his mouth and screamed... into his pillow.
He had untangled himself from the sheets then and checked his watch. It was just after 4 am and he knew he would never get back to sleep. Instead, he showered (again), shaved (again) and dressed in the clothes he had picked out. Then he waited.
At 7:30 he had gone out to his car and tried the horn. Of course, it had worked and the drive to Cindy's apartment had been uneventful.
After what seemed like hours Cindy emerged from the building, and ran over to Richards car. He had planned to jump out and hold the door for her, but she was to quick for him. She pulled on the handle and nothing happened. For a moment he sat there staring at her through the window stupidly and then realized the door was locked. He fumbled momentarily, not remembering where the button was.
After too long he found it and there was a thunk as all of the cars door unlocked, then Cindy was getting in next to him.
"S-sorry about that." He said, feeling sick to his stomach.
Cindy smiled at him. "It's okay, thanks for the ride. You're a real life saver, Richard."
He smiled back and pulled the car away from the curb.
They made polite small talk as Richard drove towards the office. Cindy was telling him all about her car troubles and how much it was going to cost. She told him she was just lucky she was able to make some extra cash working overtime on the weekend.
Richard nodded and smiled in all of the right places but his mind was once again on Cindy's feet.
She had crossed her legs at the ankles and leaned back in the seat affording him an amazing view of her fishnet stockings (OMG fishnet stockings!) and high strappy red heels. He guess the shoes were Jimmy Chou ripoffs, but all that really mattered was how incredibly sexy they looked. He imagined slipping them off of her perfect little feet and and kissing her toes one by one. There was a tingling in his stomach and he felt himself becoming hard.
'Shit! Not now!' He thought in a panic. At this rate he wouldn't be able to stand up without giving her a two-ball salute. They were almost at the office! Richard continued to smile and nod but he now filled his mind with the most unsexy images he could muster; old hairy men, runny eggs on toast, runny eggs on old hairy men. His excitement quickly abated and then they were pulling into the parking lot.
Richard parked above ground this time as the day was sunny and warming nicely. Besides, the lot was empty today. With luck it would just be the two of them and a few security guards.
He followed Cindy through the revolving doors watching her walk ahead of him and almost caught his arm in the damn thing. Inside it was just as he had hoped. There was one guard at the security desk, the man nodded to them and Richard raised his hand. All six elevators stood open and they got on the closest one and headed up.
Cindy lead the way into the accounting department which was completely empty and sat down at her computer. Richard did likewise and pushed the power button. The familiar Windows sound gurgled out and Cindy turned to smile at him.
Richard smiled back and then stared at her as she bent and began undoing the tiny straps on her shoes. She slid one off and then glanced up at him.
"Oh, you don't mind do you?" She asked indicating the shoe she had removed. "They're new and I love them but they pinch a little."
Richard swallowed hard and forced out what he hoped sounded like a nonchalant reply. "No problemo." Then, to his horror, he gave her a thumbs up. To his suprise, considering that little exchange, he somehow kept from stabbing himself to death with a letter opener.
For the next few hours they worked in relative silence. Well, Cindy worked and Richard pretended to work but spent most of his time staring at Cindy's feet. Her Jimmy Chou's had been put neatly off to one side affording him a perfect view as she crossed and uncrossed her legs, rubbed one foot against the other, or curled and uncurled her toes with their pink polish gleaming in the overhead lighting. At one point she even reached down to massage her arch with her right hand.
Richard almost lost it then.
At 11:30 am Cindy turned to look at him and Richard was sure that she had caught him practically drooling over her wrinkled pink soles.
"Lunch?" She asked.
"Oh, sure!" He reached for his coat and saw her pull a brown bag out of her purse.
Cindy looked at him quizzically. "Didn't you bring anything?"
"Well, no... I thought maybe..."
"It's okay we can share." She said and handed him half of a ham sandwich, smiling broadly.
"Uh, thanks."
After lunch Cindy went back to work and Richard went back to staring at her feet, and giving himself a squeeze under his desk every now and then.
He had to do something, and he knew it. This was too great an opportunity. What were the odds he would ever get this kind of chance again?
He had to tell her how he felt... just lay it all out on the table and let the chips fall where they may.
But, Richard wasn't that kind of guy and by 4:00 pm he hadn't said anything at all.
Cindy sighed and stretched in her chair, with her long arms out over her head and her back arched. Then she powered down her computer and pressed the off button on her monitor. As the screen went black, Richard knew he had blown it.
Cindy turned to look back at him and smiled prettily.
"That's enough for today, don't you think?" She asked.
Richard nodded glumly. "Yeah, I guess that ought to about do it." In truth, he had done nothing and would have to stay late on Monday to make it up.
Cindy reached down and picked up her shoes.
"I guess I should put these back on, huh?" She asked, raising her eyebrows innocently.
"Uh..."
"Unless you think I should leave them off..." As she said it, Cindy sat back in her chair and put her feet up on the corner of Richards desk. If he had the nerve he could've reached out and touched them.
"I... well..." He said, his tongue suddenly feeling far to large for his mouth.
Cindy wiggled her toes at him and laughed nervously. "This is what you want... isn't it?"
After a long pause, Richard managed to answer.
"Oh my God.... yes."