written by Unknown author
original source of the story was Unknown source
I was at the bus stop last Friday morning for my normal workday commute, my mind on the football matches for the upcoming weekend. As I sat there, however, I couldn’t help but notice a click, click, click that grew louder as it approached – the unmistakable sound of spike heels on concrete.
I looked around and saw an attractive young girl walking in my direction. I could not make out the height of the heel or anything since she was coming towards me. But you could tell by the high pitch of the clicks that she was wearing some killers.
As she got closer I expected her to walk right on by. But I got a pleasant surprise when she stopped and sat down on the bench next to me. I said “hello” in a relaxed way and she in turn said “hi” with a perfunctory smile. Which was all that a fat, balding, middle aged man like me could hope for.
She crossed her long, lean legs and gave her blond pony tail a little shake, which went down to the middle of her back. Stylish black outfit. Slim figure. A good looking young woman, no doubt. Probably early 20’s. Maybe late teens. She pulled out her mobile phone and was instantly engrossed with it.
I used the opportunity to steal a peek at those heels. She had on black leather boots, at least ankle length if not higher (I could not tell for sure since she had black trousers on). The heels were the ultra narrow 3-4″ (10 cm) stiletto type. Her boot toes ended in a nice point as well, all made from one piece of leather. The boots had a dull sheen which showed they had been polished recently. The soles were yellowish leather, well worn, and the long thin spike heels were a shiny gloss black. Sexy and kind of dangerous at the same time.
Overall a pair of expensive looking boots. I wondered if she was from a posh family or (even better) she had a sugar daddy. I instantly wanted to pledge half of my future paychecks to her shoe closet. But no doubt she could easily get a much better offer.
As I pondered how to casually mention my Bentley or where I could park my yacht, a wasp came buzzing about the bus stop. Seizing the opportunity I grabbed a book from my bag and swatted it to the ground right in front of her. The wasp was only stunned and would have flown away if left alone. But my lovely companion had other ideas. She uncrossed her legs and, in the blink of an eye, stomped down hard on the helpless insect. She then firmly twisted her left boot back and forth several times, grinding down on him without mercy. After several seconds of this she rocked her boot back on the slim heel, moving her pointy toe out of the way so she could look down at her handiwork. The young beauty noticed that there was no sign of the wasp except for a wet patch on the concrete. She shrugged, put her boot back down on the ground and picked up her phone.
I wanted to know what she thought about it so I asked, “You know that was a living creature right?” She turned and looked at me with a mischievous little grin and said, “Yeah, but it’s not anymore !” I said “Well aren’t you at least going to clean him off your shoe?” The young woman looked back at her phone and responded with an unconcerned “No, it will come off as I walk.” And she immediately went back to ignoring me completely as she texted furiously. I casually replied “Oh yeah” to try and play it all cool. But my mind was totally fixated on the idea of the crushed and mangled wasp currently stuck to the bottom of her boot.
Eventually my bus came and I had to leave her but the incident occupied my thoughts for the rest of the day.