Trip To The Store (1 of 3)
story by Anonymous
She got off the phone when I walked into the pet store. The woman was good looking to my taste, voluptuous, she was wearing a fairly dressy outfit, a pleated skirt, nylons, and a pair of low-heeled mules with little cutouts on the sides. As my eyes moved up to her nametag, she smiled at me and asked if I needed any help ...
I said “No, thanks”
She said, “OK, I'm Marisa, just call me if you need some assistance.”
I admired her legs as she walked towards the back of the store. I came for some
specialty shampoo for my critters, and I found the bottles on a shelf behind
the table where Marisa was working. She was cleaning some glass panels, I assumed
out of a cage or aquarium. I didn't look at what she was working on.
I knelt down behind her to look at the 30 or so different bottles on the bottom
shelf. The shelving was a glass style with a mirrored back. I picked up a bottle
and started to read the fine print, and then noticed that I was staring at the
back of her legs from her butt to her shoes. Marisa was leaning on the table
looking down at something, but my attention was drawn to her feet. Marisa had
her weight on her left foot, and her right toes were pointed into the throat
of the mule, I had a clear view of her sole.
I heard two soft 'pafs' and I turned to look directly at what had made the noise.
I saw two baby mice on the floor beside Marisa, on their backs and slowly waving
their legs in the air.
I turned back to look at the mice through the mirror.
A few moments later I heard her say to the table, “Oh, you don't want him do
you? Let's make sure” She bent over enough to bump against me in the narrow
aisle. “Oops,” she said with a little smile as I looked up at her, and then
she did something that blew me away!
She straightened up, moved her right foot gently over the baby mice, and grasped
them with her toes. She picked up her leg, swatting me in the head with the
bottom of her skirt, and then dropped the mice into her hand. She turned her
attention back to the table, and pointed her toes back onto the heel of her
shoe.
I turned back to the fine print on the bottle, and let my eyes wander through
the mirror to the sole of her foot. I got an instant stiffy when I saw that
one of the mice didn't make it into her hand! It was hanging off the ball of
her foot, the mouse's leg appeared to be stuck in a small run in her pantyhose,
and it was slowly dangling back and forth as she gently rocked her foot, and
she seemed not to notice it. It was wiggling around a little bit, but not really
struggling.
I had to take advantage of this!!!!
I spoke up to Marisa, “Can you make sense of this?” handing the bottle up to
her.
As she took the bottle from me, I watched her slide her foot into her shoe,
and she put her weight on her right heel as she tipped her right shoe back.
She spun around and I heard a faint 'Splork' as she squatted beside me.
Her mouth was open, and she had a shocked look on her face. “Did you hear something?”
she asked me.
“Sounds like something got squished,” I remarked, trying to keep the quaver
out of my voice.
Marisa stood up, balanced on her left foot as she lifted her right leg behind
her to check the bottom of her right shoe, and then I watched a little pink
something or other ooze out of one of the cutouts on the side of her right shoe
as she shifted her weight to her right foot and paid attention to the bottom
of her left shoe.
“Hmm, I don't see anything,” she murmured.
I helpfully added, “I don't see anything on the floor either.”
I can't remember what she told me about the bottle, since I was watching her
right shoe as she squatted beside me again, and then noticed I was getting a
little show as I turned back to the mirror to grab another bottle. I could see
her panties, as her skirt fell away from her thighs. I couldn't help but notice
that she was wearing thigh high nylons as well. The ooze was getting bigger
as the squashed mouse in her shoe was squeezing out of the side cutout of her
right shoe.
I managed to shift my attention back to her face as she finished whatever it
was she was saying, and I took the bottle back from her and replaced it on the
shelf. “I'll read some more,” I told her, and she smiled and then got back up.
She looked around on the floor very carefully and muttered, “Don't see anything,
wonder what that was.” The phone rang and Marisa walked to the front to answer
the call.
I remained crouched beside the bottles while she returned. “Still looking?”
she asked with a sweet smile.
“The fine print is a little hard to see,” I said as I heard another little 'paf'.
Marisa looked down at the latest little mouse to hit the floor, and with a little
sorrow in her voice said, “I guess this litter is being rejected.”
I said “Hmmm?”
She said, “I'm cleaning out a mouse cage, one of our hamsters had a litter a
few days ago, and the mother is pushing some of the little ones away, while
I've got the sides off, she's pushing them over the edge”
I noticed a few shavings drift down to the floor next to the little victim.
“These pinkies won't survive”
She turned to grab something above me when I heard another two little 'pafs'.
I just started to say “I thi...“ when Marisa turned back and stepped squarely
on one of my newest floor mates. The 'Splork' noise was much louder this time.
She lifted her left foot a few inches and giggled a cute little “Oops” as she
moved her foot back to reveal a very flat mouse. “Poor little pinkie” Marisa
cooed, a little disappointment was on her face.
I noticed that the entrails squeezed out of her right shoe were now noticeable
in length, and stuck partly under the shoe.
I was brought out of my stare as she tapped me on the head with the roll of
paper towels.
“Can you do me a favour?” she asked coyly. “Can you wipe off my shoe and get
that little mess?”
This time she used her left foot to grab the remaining pinkies on the floor,
transfer them to her hand and then back to the tabletop.
I picked up her left shoe and wiped the bottom of it, righted it on the floor
next to the flat mouse, and the I noticed that there was a flat pinkie inside
her left shoe as well! It was hard to see as it was covered partially by the
strap of the mule. I stared at it for a few seconds trying to figure out how
long it had been in there as I wiped up the remains and shavings from the floor.
Marisa took the wad of paper towels as I handed them up to her, pushed her foot
back into her shoe, and squatted beside me in the same place as before.
What a show!
I got the same view of her panties as I looked at the mirror above the next
bottle, but this time her panties were noticeably wet! She seemed to be smiling
a lot more as she explained the fine print to me.
I picked one and handed it to her, saying, “I'll take this one.”
We both stood up, and Marisa had another careful look around the floor before
walking to the front. She turned from me and looked at the price book behind
her. Marisa's right foot came out of her shoe and she pointed her toes down
again, giving me a great view of flat mouse parts stuck to the ball of her foot.
She found the price and as she rang up the sale she thanked me for my help.
I asked, “So what will happen to those baby mice?”
Marisa replied with another big smile “Well, the rejected ones that don't get
squashed become snake food. We don't waste anything here. And I'll try not to
step on any more of them”
I said my thanks, grateful for a bag to hold in front of my waist as I backed
out of the store.
Story posted by Anonymous
on Friday, June 17, 2005 @ 08:22:02 PDT
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