My Mom's Friend Sue

A little unknowing footwork from my childhood.

When I was eight I was attracted to women's shoes. Well, one day my  mom's friend Sue came over to use my mom's office, I think she was  working on her resume, well needless to say while they initially chatted  downstairs, I took the opportunity to hide under the desk. My heart was  racing because Sue was coming from an interview so she was wearing a  sharply tailored red suit with a short skirt and gorgeous red pumps. The  had a slightly pointed toe and the heel was a thin 3" number that came  to a sharp circular end. As they entered the office, I heard my mom say  two things that made my heart race. One was, "I'll leave you alone, so  take your time" and the other was "we are doing some re-arranging in  here so there's junk piled everywhere, I would keep your shoes on". Sue  said thanks and walked over to the desk, I could hear the leather squeek  between muffled shuffle of the carpet. She sat in the chair and scooted  in. The desk was deep enough and I was in enough shadow to be  concealed, and because of the mess there was junk scattered all over the  floor beneath the desk. Next to me was a small cardboard box that Sue  immediately kicked with the toe of her shoe. Nothing, she didn't even  look down. Suddenly she crossed her foot and planted her left "crossed"  foot firmly on my face. She had one of those skid guards (like  sandpaper) on the sole, and as she shifted it bit into the skin on my  cheek. The heel lightly brushed against my chin. She didn't notice or  care (I was just junk afterall). After a minute or so she began to swing  the crossed leg and her left foot repeatedly struck my right cheek  beneath my eye. I was afraid to move thinking she would notice the  change and wonder what she was kicking. After several minutes she  uncrossed her legs then stretched out, I tried to move but ended up on  my back. Her stretched legs in those beautiful red heels landed on my  chest, she recrossed her legs at the ankles and suddenly just her heels  rested on my chest. This woman could not sit still, she started sliding  her legs forwards and backwards, scratching and tearing open my shirt  (and breaking the button) exposing my barechest, which now became the  footstool for her brutal heels. As she continued to scratch my chest I  could feel the welts swelling and a bit of blood on my chest. Quickly  she shifted both of her feet (still crossed) onto my horrified face. I  could smell the leather and the pain was nearly unbearable. I was too  afraid to speak, but silently cried. The pain was so intense I started  to sweat a cold sticky sweat. Finally she lifted the heel from my face,  but slid it down to my mouth. The weight from her legs cracked into my  teeth and forced her heel to slid between my lips cutting into my gums. I  cried out, but still she didn't move. Then I saw it from past the  beautiful and powerful red spiked 3" high heels...that jutted out of my  mouth to the light past the desk, that cord looked familiar, then it hit  me, that is my mom's walkman. She was listening to music and didn't  hear me. She began to move her feet to the music and the pain was  excruciating. For an hour and ten minutes she planted those red spike  high heels on me and kicked, scratched, and stabbed me unknowingly. (I  think?) It was an experience I'll never forget. After she left I snuck  out and got cleaned up. My chest was full of scratches and heel marks,  fortunately none of the face damage was of significance and my mother  never knew. Thanks Sue.