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Lucy's Story (20)
Posted by Lucy on August 5, 2003, 0:32:29

Hi again everyone! And many thanks to Erica, Sinkem, Allheel and Stu for their very nice responses to my Instalment 19, and my special thanks to Spikesfan (USA?) who is faithfully using his computer wizardry to re-copy my stories from Jenny's Forum on to MegaForums. Well, I'm
writing this Part 20 on 4th August 2003, and I hope you all enjoy it!:
Having settled in to our new three-bedroom flat in South-East London (central London rents were too expensive), Velma, Madeline and I had a week to explore London before we each started work. We drew up an enormous list of 'Musts' including London Zoo, Madame Tussauds' Waxworks, the Tower of London, all the main museums and far too many similar places. On Day One, Velma and I reached for our flatties and Madeline said "NO, please don't let me be the only one going around these places in very high stilettos". Velma and I chorused "Surely you're not thinking of a whole day's London sightseeing in HEELS?". "Just try and stop me!" said our newly re-born Madeline! Well, purely to give Madeline moral support, it ended up with all three of us setting-out in the highest heels we then owned - Velma in her 4 3/4" 'Alps', and me and Madeline in our Regent Shoes 'Special' stiletto courts - my white 5-inchers and Madeline's purple 5 1/2 inchers. We must have been an incredible sight making our way down the very, very long, steep incline of Pepy's Hill. Madeline was precarious enough on the flat, but pitched forward on hundreds of yards of sloping paving stones was a marathon for even the most experienced heel-wearer. The ordeal would have finished-off any less determined girl, but Madeline had tremendous pluck accrued from years of being suppressed. She not only made it (somehow!) to the bottom of the hill, but amazingly she doggedly wore them throughout our day traipsing right around London Zoo and then visiting the London Planetarium. The only time she took them off was when we sprawled-flat in Regent's Park to eat our lunchtime sandwiches. Even then she would not be parted with them completely - as she munched away she fondled her new skyscaper shoes in her hands, constantly gazing in awe at them and running her fingers up and down the full 5 1/2 inches of the towering heels as if she still could not believe that she was now actually able to own them and wear them. "Absolutely stupendous" she murmered again. By the end of the day, even experienced heel-wearers Velma and I were suffering from "pressure-burn" under the balls of our feet, so for Madeline in her 5 1/2" killers it must have been the most unbearable torture. However, she not only made it home, but demanded a repeat excercise from all three of us every subsequent day that week! In fact, interestingly, the "heel-wearer's burning" that we all suffered for the first three or four days began lessing considerably by the final day. It is surprising how quickly the human body can re-adjust and toughen-up to new demands placed upon it! Madeline's confidence received a further boost when she noticed how many admiring glances we were getting, and even outright compliments. At the Tower of London, a group of four young American men came up to us and said that three English girls in such high heels were the best sightseeing they'd seen in the whole of Scotland and England! At the British Museum, a large party of Japanese tourists stuck fairly close to us. As you know, I wear glasses myself, but the majority of their group wore thick glasses which made them look like World War II Japanese fighter pilots, and they seemed to spend half the afternoon concentrating much more on our ultra high heels than they did on all the wonderful exhibits and antiquities! I will never forget the funniest bit. The three of us stood perched on our heels as we peered into a large glass case containing Greek vases, and we could see the reflection of all the Japanese men behind us obviously feasting their eyes on our legs and shoes. I whispered to the others "Let's all treat them to a sudden spasm of shoe-play and heel-wobbling" and we began sliding our feet in and out of the court shoes and wobbling our lofty heels from side to side. Immediately there were audible gasps and a ripple of excitement from the Japanese group, and reflected in the cabinet it looked as though four or five of them were in the midst of some sort of apoplectic fit or frenzied seizure! Just at that point, Madeline spoiled everything by wobbling so violently and enthusiastically in her unfamiliar heels on the museum's highly polished floor that she lost her balance and fell down SPLAT! "Oh my gosh!" said Velma "Are you alright?". "Alright" chuckled Madeline as she lay there, "I've never ever felt better!" and exploded into helpless paroxisms of laughter. Over tea and cake in the museum's tea room, we complimented Madeline on being able to laugh at herself for falling-over on her 5 1/2" heels. "I wasn't laughing about falling over" she said "It was the incredible expressions on the faces of all those Japanese high-heel-spotters!". Well, all too soon that super week of high-heeled London sightseeing came to an end and I had to prepare for reporting to work in
Holborn (central London) for my first day in my first job. On the advice of my business academy and with some help from Mummy, I had purchased three ultra-smart business suits with mid-length skirts. Tights (panthose) had now started appearing in the larger shops, but for the time being, I decided to stick suspenders and good quality stockings, thinking that nice straight seams added a certain class to my outfit. Although I had passed my interview in 4 3/4" stiletto heels, I decided to 'play it safe' and start work in my lowest (4") black patent leather stiletto heels. I wore my hair 'up' in a coiled bun, put on my black-framed 'secretary' glasses and put an assortment of pens, pencils, notebooks etc. into a black patent leather document wallet which I carried to work. The train to Charing Cross and a short journey on the Underground got me to work. I had grossly underestimated the sheer crush of the morning 'rush hour' which nearly made me late. Clicking hastily across the marble foyer again in my steel-tipped stilettos, I only just had to to freshen-up my make-up in the 'Ladies' before reporting to my new boss. As my immediate superior, Richard ("Call me Ricky")Everson was just as nice and welcoming as the managing director had been at my interview, a cheerful but very shrewd operator. He seemed to visibly brighten as he saw me enter in my business suit and high heels and welcomed me very cordially. He explained that as a trainee on the management side, my first job would be to visit all of their numerous branches of estate agents scattered throughout greater London, partly to run errands by acting as a document-courier, but mainly to familiarise myself with the premises, the staff and the overall running of the business. "The only thing is" said Ricky "Although (if you don't mind me saying so) those high-heeled shoes of yours look superb for the office side of your work, you will need something lower and more walkable-in for all the beetling to and fro around the city!". I opened my mouth to tell him that they WERE my lowest, most walkable-in shoes, but remembering all my training in restrained efficiency, I simply nodded in agreement and thought to myself "London ain't seen nothin' yet as far as Lucy's high heels are concerned!".

More soon, Love, Lucy.