An Unfinished Story of Mine

[Dead Parrot]

Hi folks,

Below the line are some writings that I have done over the past few weeks. It's an unfinished story called "The Intern". I have been working on it for quite some time and I cannot seem to finish it.

Don't be alarmed at the jumps and the seeming inconsistencies - as I said I didn't finish it and I only wrote certain parts. I am posting it because it is frustrating me, and I want to get it off my hard drive. If you enjoy these bits and pieces fine, but if not it's no loss.

I have had a lot of difficulty trying to write a good under the table story. Several years ago I was knocking them out like there was no tomorrow. Now I just can't seem to get anything going, and I end up stopping after a few paragraphs.

What's wrong? I haven't lost my passion for this sort of thing but it just seems as if my attempts at new writing are poor retreads of my older work. I just think I'm covering the same territory over and over again.

My reasoning is that if a story arouses me it will do the same for you. I start writing and then I say to myself: "I've done this before in another story, why is this different, what makes this special in a way that separates it from my other pieces?" I guess I'm going to be flailing away until I am able to answer that question.

This under the table block has not really affected my other non-fetish writings, so it's all the more frustrating for me to finish a good piece and then realize I haven't published a foot fetish story for years. Hell, let me quit rambling.

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The Intern

Sarah saw Troy drop his pen onto the floor next to her. She knew he was doing this on purpose to sneak a peek under the table. It amused and amazed her that he could be so interested in her feet, unless of course he was looking at Layla's feet.

As Troy leaned over Sarah had a wicked inspiration. Quickly uncrossing her legs she wiggled her heel back into her pump and extended her leg towards Troy. When he touched the pen Sarah placed the sole of her shoe over his fingers and pressed down. It wasn't enough to hurt him, just enough to let him know she was there.

Above the table Sarah continued to listen and take notes. No one else at the meeting seemed to be paying them any attention. Feeling Troy try to pull away from her foot, Sarah pressed down harder, and began grinding the sole of her size six pump into his fingers. She didn't think she was hurting him, but the little quivering sensation in her pussy told her that he was probably enjoying this as much as she was.

After a few more seconds of twisting her foot over his hand Sarah moved her foot back under the table. Troy sat back up quickly, a little red in the face. He adjusted his tie, pulled on his collar a bit and started to take notes. Sarah noted his hand looked fine.



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Sarah took her seat and began pulling her chair up closer to the meeting room table. Underneath her chair Sarah pushed off against the floor with her toes to move up. In the process the heel of her right foot popped out of her navy blue pump. She felt the cool air sweep up under and around her nylon covered skin. Her foot wasn't hot, but it was always a relief to get rid of her shoes when she could. Making no effort to replace her shoe, Sarah crossed her right leg over her left knee.

As soon as she relaxed her right leg the vamp of Sarah's dangling pump slid ever so gently down towards the ends of her toes. The weight of the heel swinging freely in the air made the stylish shoe want to drop off of her foot completely. Sarah unconsciously flexed her toes upwards to prevent this. It was a natural movement that she had never given a second thought to, that is until she had met her new boss.

Smiling slightly at the thought of her cute but flustered boss, Sarah saw the meeting was about to start. She prepared her planner for note taking when the door behind her quickly opened and then shut. A rush of air brushed past behind her and she looked up, startled, into the face of the new arrival.

"Hi Sarah, it turns out Mr. Helsing is away on business today, so I'll make this meeting after all." Troy said as he hastily sat down in the chair around the corner from Sarah.

Her face lit up with a smile, and she was about to tell him how happy she was that he was here when she felt his legs against her foot under the table.

"Ok everyone let me have your attention. We have a lot of ground to cover and only one hour so let's get started." Mr. McCallister was at the head of the table and immediately after he finished speaking the first presentation began.

Sarah sat up straight as she felt the fabric of Troy's suit pants rubbing up against her crossed leg and foot. She knew it wasn't intentional, and she wondered why she was disappointed at that thought. Sitting down so quickly, Troy had not looked at or noticed Sarah's foot so close to his chair, and now his legs were pushed against either side of her.

She looked as his face and it was clear that he didn't know what was happening. As he began taking notes Sarah thought that he must believe his legs were near a table support.

Now she had to decide what to do. Her foot was between his calves and her high heel pump was dangling precariously on the ends of her toes. She couldn't stay sitting like this for an hour as her leg would cramp up.

So, Sarah tried to carefully and secretly move her foot away from her boss. She flexed her ankle and tried to shuffle and shake her pump back onto her foot. The stubborn shoe would not cooperate however, and she could do no better than to try to keep it from tumbling to the floor. Giving up on getting a firm grip on her shoe, Sarah twisted her ankle towards Troy to try and uncross her legs without touching him.

As she lifted her leg off her knee Sarah felt her instep begin to slide up Troy's left calf muscle. She stopped, hoping that he would remain engrossed in the presentation and in his notetaking. But as soon as she applied pressure to pull her foot back Troy's head quickly came up from his planner and he looked over at her.

Sarah yanked her foot back from Troy's leg, giving him a guilty smile. In the process her dangling high heel bumped against his leg and fell to the carpeted floor. Sarah felt her nyloned sole drag against a tight, well muscled calf. Embarassed, Sarah looked away from Troy and concentrated on her notes. She could feel his confused stare for a few seconds before he slowly went back to taking notes.

Bending her knee, Sarah brought her shoeless foot back under her chair, curling her toes self-consciously. There was no need for her to get up and do anything so the loss of her pump wasn't a big deal. Still, she had to get it back somehow. She could get away with being barefoot at her desk but at a meeting like this it was a bad idea to lose a shoe.

As she thought about what to do a sliver of a scent wafed up her nostrils. It was the cologne Troy was wearing. Sarah looked over at her boss again and watched him as he took notes from Mr. McCallister's rapid fire speech. His eyes were focused on his notepad, and Sarah thought about the concentration it took to be an engineer. She wondered if he displayed that same intensity when he made love.

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Swallowing from nerves, Sarah turned in her chair so that she was facing Troy. Trying to keep up with her notetaking, she extended her right leg out towards him. Her nyloned toes brushed gently against the carpeted floor as she slowly closed the distance between her and her boss. When Sarah's foot touched a solid object she stopped moving.

Carefully she felt around the obstacle with her toes. Within a few seconds she determined that it was one of Troy's shoes. Using as light a touch as possible, Sarah slid her toes along the side of his shoe until her foot was behind his leg. Her eyes were fixed on Troy, and he gave no indication of feeling what she was doing.

Twisting her ankle so that her foot was pointing towards Troy's chair, Sarah began gently probing the carpeted floor for her missing pump. When her toes grazed against a thin leather spike she knew she had found the heel of the shoe. Sarah curled her toes around the high heel and attempted to pull it towards her. The pantyhose covering her toes made it difficult to get a good grip, and she had to flex her arch and hook her toes numerous times before she could pull the shoe close enough to find the top.

Sliding her toes inside the vamp of the pump, Sarah knew she was home free. Lifting the shoe off the floor with her toes, she began to pull her leg back towards her.

Then Troy shifted in his seat.

His right leg bumped against her foot, and the dangling shoe on her toes was once again knocked away, silently landing on its side on the floor beneath the table. Sarah's stockinged toes had brushed against Troy's leg, just above his ankle, and she froze there as he looked over at her.

Sitting up straight in his chair, Sarah felt more of his leg pressing up against her foot. He wasn't doing it on purpose, he was just surprised. But this time Sarah didn't move her foot away.

Looking into Troy's eyes Sarah saw something she'd never seen before. Well, she had seen it before, in the eyes of other men, but always directed at some other girl. Behind his shock Sarah saw the flame of desire leap out at her. His reaction cemented Sarah's belief that he had a foot fetish. But there was something else, something she hadn't expected.

It was a look of helplessness.

Powerlessness.

Submission.

Sarah felt a warm, wet pulsing beneath her pantied crotch. It was a sudden, satisfying arousal the likes of which she'd never felt before. She resisted the overpowering urge to reach down and fondle herself.

No, she wanted Troy to do that. And the wicked thought brought a little smirk to her full red lips.

Sarah moved her toes down his leg a few inches, just past the hem of his trousers. Flexing her ankle, she began to slide her toes up inside his pants leg. Troy coughed suddenly and pulled away from her. Sarah glanced over at the rest of the meeting participants, who were now listening to Mr. Smithers' presentation, and saw that they were not paying the least bit of attention to her and Troy, who were seated at the opposite end of the table.

Her heart was now thumping wildly in her chest. Sarah's mind worked quickly, but it was more feminine instinct that drove her actions. She'd been flirting with the idea of


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Reaching out with her foot, Sarah found Troy's leg. As her toes grazed upwards along his socked ankle she felt him try to move away from her. But the cramped table offered him no escape, and to make any more firm movements to stop her would attract attention. So he stopped moving and looked directly at her, his face beginning to color and his eyes pleading with her.

Stifling a smile, Sarah outwardly ignored Troy and continued moving her foot up inside his pants leg. Her nyloned toes slid higher and higher, but with a slowness that she knew must , and caressed the hot bare skin she found above the top of his sock. She felt the wool fabric of his trouser leg bunching up around her ankle and instep as she twisted her foot and curled her toes around his shin bone, tracing the hardness up almost to his knee.

Hardness, she did smile this time.

Troy made a small whimpering sound in his throat. It was as if he wanted to groan but had cut off the sound with great effort. Sarah had a hard time not giggling as she glanced at her boss. His facial muscles were rigid with tension, and he seemed to be holding his breath.


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Sarah walked into his office, shutting the door behind her. Troy looked up at her and it was clear from the expression on his face that he wasn't expecting her. In his eyes Sarah saw the same sort of helpless resignation as he'd shown during the meeting. Only this time she saw more passion as his gaze swept up and down her body, lingering of course on her high heel clad feet.

He stood up as she walked around the desk to face him. Sarah was only inches away from his chest and she paused, just staring up at him and hoping that the scent of her perfume, which she'd freshened only a few minutes ago, would help to break down any resistance he might have left.

"I know we shouldn't do this, but that doesn't stop me from feeling this way." She said softly.

"Sarah, swee - " He cut off in midsentence and Sarah grinned at him for what he'd almost said.

"I feel the same way about you sweetie." Sarah cooed, and before Troy could react the teen grabbed his shoulders and pulled herself up to press her lips against his.

The muffled gasp that tried to escape Troy's mouth was muffled by Sarah, whose warm, wet lips were open and locked firmly over his. Sarah's amorous attack caused him to backpedal sharply, and he stumbled against the seat of his chair. His balance gone, Troy fell down hard into the chair, taking Sarah with him. The girl didn't miss a beat, and pulled herself tightly into him as he hit the seat and back of the chair.

Now Troy was sitting down in his chair again, only this time his 18 year old intern was passionately kissing him and had splayed open her legs, grinding her crotch into him.

Sarah felt Troy's hands wrap around her waist and she knew he was about to pull her away. His strength only served to increase her arousal as she yearned for that power to be loving her, not pushing her away. Squeezing as close to him as she could manage, Sarah fought to keep her body pressed against Troy. She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck as he lifted her hips into the air.

Reaching out with her legs Sarah caught the legs of Troy's chair with her ankles, and pulled back as hard as she could with her strong dancer's legs. The move caught Troy by surprise and Sarah broke his hold, causing her crotch land back on top of his, where she was conscious of a definite bulge.

Breaking their kiss, Sarah moved her face a few inches away from Troy. Breathless, they stared at one another, gasping with passion and exertion. Troy's hands were still around her waist, but he wasn't making any effort to push her away. Sarah was still pressing her crotch against the erection she felt in his pants. Neither of them moved in this sexual Mexican Standoff.

Sarah felt Troy's fingers begin to slowly move up and around her back. His eyes blazed simultaneous lust and anxiety, and Sarah knew that he was thinking of his family who at this very minute waited for him at home. Leaning in closer, Sarah shut her eyes and gently let her lips brush against his. She felt the last vestiges of resistance leaving his body, like the sand draining away in an hourglass.

With each kiss he responded more. With each stroke of her fingers on the sides of his face he relaxed. And with each passing moment his cock grew and expanded up to press against her silk panties.

"Oh god Sarah!" He finally moaned in a voice that set her pussy alfire. Troy pulled her close to him, one hand kneading one of her asscheeks, the other grabbing a handful of her soft red hair. Their lips met again, and this time both of them

Troy suddenly wrapped his hands around Sarah's waist again and lifted her off of his lap. Surprised, Sarah was about to protest, thinking Troy had changed his mind and was putting a stop to this delicious encounter.

Before she could speak Sarah found herself perched atop Troy's desk. Her legs were parted and Troy flipped up her short skirt to expose her pantyhosed crotch. Here eyes went wide and she gasped as Troy leaned over to put his mouth against her nylon and silk covered pussy.

Troy clamped his open mouth around the teen's crotch and began lashing her soaked pussy with long strokes of his tounge. Sarah screamed in ecstasy as the sensations of her first bout of oral sex utterly overwhelmed her. No man had ever done this to her before. The only two men she had ever been with had simply had intercourse with her and fallen asleep. But now she was making up for lost time.

Sarah screamed again, her passion echoing off the walls of the office. Wide eyed and squealing, her arms and hands thrashed about on the desk, tossing papers, files and phones onto the floor as she desperately searched for something to hold onto.

The wild, raw attack on her pussy was relentless and Sarah felt Troy's tounge moving like a whirlwind over her covered sex. She wanted to tell him to rip her pantyhose open, to cut off her silk thong and lick her hot, swollen pussy lips directly, but no sound came out of her mouth except screams and squeals.

Something was happening to her body, she was losing control of it. All of her blood was rushing to her crotch, and the raw nerves between her legs roared with pleasure as she felt herself in the grip of forces she had never before experienced. All of her muscles tightened and her lungs felt as though there was not enough air in the world to fill them. Bright colors danced before her eyes and all she could feel was Troy's rough wet tounge swirling around her pussy.

The world stopped.

Sarah's mind and body felt frozen in time.

She teetered on the brink of some unknown sweetness that she had only dreamt about in her wildest most depraved fantasies.

She never wanted the moment to end.

When it did she felt the muscles of her overworked pussy begin to contract of their own accord.


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Sarah sat back on the desk and extended her leg towards Troy's lap. Her stockinged foot found his hard cock, and she pressed it up against the bottom of his tie, trapping it between the silk fabric and her nylon sole.

"Noooo honey I'm fine." Troy said to his wife, trying not to gasp. His hand quickly gripped Sarah's ankle, and he fought to keep her from moving her foot. He looked at her with the desperate expression that she was coming to love, to need. Sarah was determined to drive him crazy despite the danger.

Even though Troy's hand kept her foot immobile, he couldn't budge or bend her leg. Sarah's strong muscles held her foot firmly against the bottom of his pulsing cock.

Sarah licked her lips and began to unbutton her blouse. At the same time she began to rythmically curl and uncurl her toes against the underside of Troy's hot shaft. She covered her mouth to muffle her giggling as she watched him squirm. His face was turning red and he was biting his bottom lip to keep from moaning. All the while she could hear the small voice of Troy's wife prattling on about something over the telephone receiver.

It was another delicious standoff. Troy couldn't move his gripping hand away from Sarah's ankle, lest the teen begin to give him a real footjob. That meant he couldn't cover the telephone mouthpiece to prevent his wife from hearing any inadvertant groans from the incredible sexual teasing he was getting from Sarah's foot.

The telephone was on the desk next to Sarah, and there was no way she was going to press the "mute" button. Her dainty fingers were still busy opening her top. Troy shut his eyes as Sarah tossed her blouse away and began to unclasp her bra.

"Yes, I'll be home soon hon. And I'll pick up the stuff you need." He croaked, his voice strained as he fought vainly to ignore the sensation of Sarah's toes as they worked relentlessly against the sensitive patch of skin just under his swollen cockhead.

"No I'm just tired that's all. Look I really have to go." Troys' voice quivered in despite his attempt at control.

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"Well well well! Somebody's doing some work under the table!" Layla teased.

"What?" Sarah asked, startled that her friend might know what had happened during the meeting.

"Oh don't be coy Sarah! Old man Smithers droning on nearly put me to sleep. I ended up almost nodding off and I dropped my pen. When I bent down to get it guess who was playing footsie?"

Defensively Sarah quickly said, "No, I lost my shoe and I was feeling around for it!"

Layla smiled sardonically at her friend. "I don't think your shoe was up his pants leg dear. Besides, what's the big deal? Lots of girls do their bosses to get ahead."

"But I'm not doing anything with him!" Sarah said, more to herself than to Layla.

"Sure babycakes. And that dick he was sporting only had a piss hard-on."

"What!?" Sarah nearly choked on her soda.

Layla looked at Sarah like she was crazy, "Sarah how long are you going to keep this up? I got a good look at what you were doing to Mr. xxxx and I saw the bulge he had in his pants. You were giving him a serious hard-on. But then you knew that didn't you?"

"No!"

Giggling, Layla continued, "Oh please! Don't tell me you didn't put your foot up there to cop a feel. Haven't you ever done that to a guy before?"

Sarah didn't answer. Instead she felt her cheeks flush red.

"Well. You can think whatever you want hon, but Mr. xxx definitely wants you. You should take advantage of that. Why waste your time and money in college when you can get a job here? Good pay, good experience and good cock from your boss!" Layla laughed.

"I'm really tired of school." Sarah said in a small voice as she nibbled on her burger.

"That's what I'm saying Sarah! Do you want to spend the next four years getting Rohipnol from frat boys, or mingling with MBAs at cocktail parties?"

Layla was on a roll.

"Or would you prefer slaving over term papers when you could be going on business trips to Hong Kong and Brazil? This is your opening honey! You've got the body and the brains! Use it!" Layla was done with her lunch. "I've gotta get back. That research has to be done before I leave with Ben for Kenya. Oops, I mean "Mr. Telford!" She laughed.


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[nyllover]

"I've done this before in another story, why is this different, what makes this special in a way that separates it from my other pieces?"

Yes, that's the reason i think. I know you wrote a lot of stories (i had the honour to follow your writings of some of them) and in my opinion this one is as good as the other stories. But the scenarios can't be a lot. I mean... what else can you think of? It's always a table, a group of people, a man, a woman (or two ) and...that's it really. We get excited everytime by this because we love it....but, in example, there are many stories in the section of the website that are quite similar, or at least where the scenario is almost the same. I think it's normal.

Your "error" maybe is exactly to try to write something different each time. Just go on writing what you like, what comes to your mind....and keep in mind that we will ALWAYS like it

[Dead Parrot]

I appreciate the vote of confidence. It's important to me when I write fiction to create new situations or points of view - porn or no porn. I'm just not satisfied with a piece unless I can sit back after revising it and say "Yeah, that's exactly what I intended to write."

DP