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The Interview

Savoii’s Foot Fetish Erotica Presents: “The Interview” It was a normal day for me as I got on the bus. After all of the failed job interviews, I finally got a call from a corporate office. It was a beautiful spring day and there were plenty of business women of the bus heading into the city. They were all in skirts, heels, and pantyhose. That was my true weakness so see so many women with fantastic bodies wearing the one thing that gets me hard really quick. Some women were dipping out of their heels and others were dangling high heels. “Oh boy,” I thought to myself. “This is gonna to be a long day.” I can’t deny it; I have a nylon fetish as well as a foot fetish. Combine the two and I would be weak to the temptation. I had to get my mind right so I could go in and get the job. As the bus pulled up to the corporate office, I noticed a busty woman in nude pantyhose walk past me. She gave the look and walked inside. I could feel my pants slowly rising as I got closer to the door. “You need the money,” I whispered to myself. I walked in and over to the secretary. My heart was beating from nervousness and the fact that most of the women I’ve seen made me really horny at the same time. She told me to have a seat. I felt like I was being teased and I couldn’t do anything about it but accept it. I took a few deep breaths and looked at the shiny floor. All I know was I had to stop thinking about something that wouldn’t happen or so I thought. “Mr. Stone?” a voice asked. “Yes,” I ...

... said. I looked up and it was the busty woman from before I walked into the building. My nervousness grew even worse. Her perfume was so alluring and so was her colors: red and tan. “Follow me,” she said softly."I'm Erica by the way." My mind started to wonder while she walked in front of me. I couldn’t help but think about having her stocking feet stroke my dick until I came all over her chest. “Stop,” I thought to myself. “Don’t think that way; it won’t ever happen in a million years." We took the elevator up. I kept catching her looking at me like she wanted me. I wasn’t sure of what this interview will be like, but I was sure that this was going to be another failed interview only because I started to think with my dick. We finally made it to her office and both sat down. She had a good view of the city and wanted to close the other blinds so it could be private. She also locked the door. For what reason, I don’t know. “So tell me a little about yourself,” she said. “I’m a recent college graduate,” I said. “Graduated with a 3.0 GPA.” “Impressive,” she said. “I see you work out.” Where did that come from? The fact that she said that low was a little surprising to me as well. Why was that so important? “Yes I do,” I replied. I reached into my briefcase and grabbed one of my resumes and an ink pen which slipped out of my hands. I reached down and noticed she had her heels off and her legs were slightly open. “French tips,” I thought to myself as I sat back up. My heart started to ...