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“You have to do it to get the whole boob into the cup. Otherwise it slips down into the band and it just makes the whole thing uncomfortable. Here, you try. Or do you want me—”
“No! No, I’m good,” I say, leaning at the waist and slipping my own hands into my bra. Vixen’s nice and all, but I don’t know her well enough to have her fondling my breasts into place. Hell, even Elle doesn’t do that and she has zero inhibitions despite being a virgin.
“There!” She grins proudly. “Look at you now! A real blonde bombshell.”
My boobs are pushed so high I feel top heavy, like I might teeter over at any minute – and that’s without the heels.
I carefully put my bag into my locker so that I don’t fall over, and find something else in the bottom.
“Vixen, what are these?”
I pull out the offending item: a pair of impossibly high white slip-on stripper shoes with towering platforms and frou-frou fur across the toe strap. A slip on? Hell no.
“Umm, they’re your shoes.”
“No, those are my shoes,” I protest, pointing to the ones I’ve spent all day learning to walk in. No platform, ankle straps forstability and about three inches lower than the new ones. “I can’t wear these!”
She laughs. “Course you can, doll. Once you can walk in one pair of heels, you can walk in them all.”
I highly refute her logic and pull a face, my emotions swirling inside me. It’s all too much. The shoes, Don…everything that’s happened in the last week. It’s like a bubbling volcano that’s on course to erupt and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
“Is there a problem here?”
“No, Daddy North,” Vixen purrs, batting her eyelashes.
“Umm, yes there is actually.” My emotions speak for me before my brain can engage.
“Oh?” His smirk is all amusement anddo tell.
“These aren’t my shoes.” I don’t know what else to say, but I’m aware thatthatsounds pathetic.
“I believe they are. I oversee the uniform department, personally. They were hand picked for you.”
“But these are the shoes you gave me yesterday,” I cry, shaking the strappy sandals at him. “You told me to learn to walk in them!”
“And did you?”
“Yes! But—”
“Then I don’t see what the problem is. If you can walk in one pair of heels, you can walk in any.” Did he hear Vixen say that or is she parrotinghiswisdom? “They’re your shoes for tonight. They match your outfit.”
I stare back and forth between the two pairs. “They’re both white.”
His gaze hardens and I sense a challenge coming on.
“Those are your shoes, Candy.”
“It’s Grace!” I snap.
“I suggest you put them on.”
“Or what?”
He shakes his head at me and turns to walk away. His easy dismissal of me, of my feelings, makes my anger rear up uncontrollably, and Candy from the Streets comes out.
“If you think it’s so damn easy,” I call. “Why don’t you try completing a shift in them?”
And then my arm is pulling back and I’m launching a stiletto through the air.Right at my boss.
