"Trouble? You know what I think I'll take my chances. No I will not put my shoes back on."
You blink in surprise. Was this really happening? You were supposed to be her mentor! She was supposed to listen to you and respect you. Did she not care about her career? The little brat was just being obstinate. It frustrated you that some little girl (and while she was an adult she was almost the size of a girl given her petite frame) could just ignore you.
"Put. Them. Back. On." You grind out each word through clenched teeth.
Michele just giggled. "Now you're doing voices. Let me try." And then in the same faux rough turn she mocks you as she says. "No. I. Will. Not."
Now you are getting pretty upset and the little bitch didn't seem to care. Of course trying to push the issue would be difficult. She had point blank said no. If you brought it up with Kim the new manager she would likely think you were being petty and bullying the new girl! No one in the office would care if someone took their shoes off - they weren't that uptight about things here.
Sighing in frustration you say. "Fine. If you want to keep your shoes off you can but you are making a mistake by ignoring me. You are the new girl here, the newbie on the bottom of the totem pole. You'll want to be careful in the future about who you are upsetting."
Again the girly laugh. "I didn't know my pretty little feet caused you to get sooo upset. My, my you must have some foot issues don't you?"
As she spoke she waved her petite feet in front of you and you couldn't help but admire the silky sole. No callous in sight and perfectly symmetrical. You involuntarily lick your lips and Michelle laughs some more.
"I may be young but I'm not ignorant. Why do you think so many professors allowed me to be in bare feet? There are a lot of foot freaks among the faculty that I went to."
Your heart began to hammer in your chest. She could read you like a book. What if she told someone?
"How do you think I got a perfect 4.0 GPA? My professors were my bitch. The few female professors and the one or two guys that weren't total losers never suspected I had my other professors doing their homework assignments instead of me. The way I figure it the 'working world' isn't going to be any different. People like me will get what they want and foot freaks like you get to see my perfect pedicured feet. So how about it James are you going to be my little work bitch?"
Her tone was so matter of fact... so bratty . She didn't even want to put in a full's day work! She didn't even think that the rules applies to her. In one sense it made you sick to your stomach to see a girl walk in and expect everything to be handed to her on a silver platter. On the other hand the thought was somewhat arousing and those feet... she was spreading her toes again and your eyes were drawn in like a moth to a flame.
"I asked you a question Mr. Mentor. What's it going to be?"
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