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Lucy's Story (21)
Posted by Lucy on August 23, 2003, 1:15:55

Hi Everyone, and a special 'Thank you' to Stu, Erica and Laser for replying here on Jenny's Forum to my last story (20), and an even more special 'THANK YOU!' to dear Spikesfan for copying it over on to MegaForums! I am commencing this Instalment (21) on 23rd August 2003:
Wearing my lowest 4" stiletto heels, I started my first job in the Holborn headquarters of the London firm with my immediate boss Ricky Everson sending me around London to visit as many as possibly of their branches of estate agents. This was partly to run errands and take documents back and forth, but mainly to acquaint me with the workings of the branches and their staff. During the early days, I was glad that Ricky had advised me against very high heels, bacause I had never in my life done so much walking! Every journey involved hurrying for buses, plunging up and down escalators for underground trains, crossing roads, walking innumerable blocks, frequently getting lost, and all in my 4" stiletto courts. Until then, I had prided myself on being a 'seasoned high-heeler' but I had not reckoned on the difference between training in Miss Sheridan's business academy and hours of daily trekking throughout London! By midweek my poor little tootsies felt like steaks after a long bashing with the meat-tenderizer. As for my stiletto heels, with each mile I walked they (my lowest heels!) felt as if they were getting higher and higher - 4" becoming 5" and 6" and Oooh my feet! Whenever I arrived at one of our branches, it was a relief (whilst introducing myself) to get some respite by feeling my shoes sink in to their soft carpets. Despite my strict training at the academy in NO SHOE-PLAY OR DANGLING, I could not resist rocking my stilettos from side to side to ease my ankles, and to slip each foot out of and back into each shoe in turn.
However, although I could hardly help doing this, I noticed at the various branches that the staff, especially the young men were looking at the new trainee management girl with intitial curiosity, and that quite a number of them did a 'double-take' when they noticed my shiny black patent leather high stiletto heels, despite the fact that I was trying to be discreet about toying with my shoes to ease try to ease the searing pain in my feet. The fellas at the branches must have been chatting about me over the telephone, because before the end of my first week, Ricky reported that I had already been nick-named 'Heels' by the branches! Despite taking that as a compliment (a girl likes to be noticed!), by the weekend I came to one of those rare moments in my life when I honestly wondered whether to give up heels! My feet were wrecks, with burning balls, squashed toes, blisters everywhere and a general swelling with rose as far up as my ankles. Velma and Madeline were better off because although thay also gamely went off to work each day in their own stilettos (higher than mine), at least they could sit at office desks and spend most of the day off their feet. Bless their hearts, each evening they awaited my painful return home with an enamel bowl full of wonderful hot water with a dash of antiseptic Savlon thrown in, into which I would lower my throbbing pedal extremities. What I would have done without the relief of that nightly footbath I just don't know. In fact, by the following Monday morning, my feet were still so tender that I set out for work in flatties! However, that presented another problem. The flatties made my feet feel easier but they made me feel AWFUL! I couldn't go to my second week in business feeling like a dowdy old frump! It sounds crazy, but despite my marmalized feet I turned straight back indoors, kicked-off my flatties and stepped into one of my three pairs of 4 3/4" stiletto-heeled 'Alps'. "There, that's better" I said out loud "To hell with poorly feet!". But as I tottered down the regular morning challenge of Pepy's hill, almost immediately I came to regret the shoe-switch. My liking for tight 'pencil' skirts on my business suits hampered my stride at the best of times, and the sheer never-ending downward slope of the hill and the ordeal of walking in very high, precarious stilettos with agonising feet presented a marathon which I will never forget. On the train to central London I thought "How on earth am I going to get through the day?". Somehow or another I must have done, but I remember employing a few pain-easing tricks like buying some cushioned insoles, talcum powdering the insides of the shoes now and again, and trying to walk at different times with both heels leaning inwards towards each other and then later leaning outwards away from each other to try and spread my body-weight on to different parts of my excruciatingly overburdened feet. I also took off my shoes whenever on buses etc. to ease and wiggle my squashed toes. Nevertheless as the afternoon wore on I was hobbling very badly. I caught side of myself reflected in a shop window gingerly teetering and mincing along like a pathetic drunkard walking barefoot on red hot coals. It was not only unbearably painful, but pitying stares from many passers-by made the circumstance very humiliating. Upon my return to our house that night, I was even more despairing of wearing high heels in London. No, said Velma, DON'T give up Loo, keep going because your feet will start becoming acclimatised to all the London heel-wearing and will start to harden-up. To my everlasting joy she was right! Almost from the next day onwards, the soreness started to lessen, the ball and soles of my feet began to harden, and my high stilettos became easier and easier to wear for longer and longer periods. In fact, as I became less and less aware of my own high-heel discomfort, I even thought I would brave wearing my white 5" heeled stiletto courts at the weekend, and also I was becoming more aware of the interesting changes in shoe fashion that were going on around me, and more aware that there were other exciting shoe shops in addition to Regent Shoes! More of this next time!

Love, Lucy