Office Takeover: Shareholders Meeting

You came into the office with a spring in your step. It was time for the quarterly shareholders meeting. For most businesses, this would be a time of concern to make sure all the numbers were going your way. For you, it was a chance to play with some feet you only got to see four times a year. The only downside was that you had to play it cool until they arrived. As a precaution, no one in the office was allowed to do their daily "training" videos until after the meeting. 9 am could not get here soon enough as your walked around the office of women working diligently and still wearing their shoes.

The shareholders committee that was coming today was made up of 3 women and 4 men. They were none the wiser as you escorted them back to the meeting room to meet with your "boss" Ms. Williams.

Ms. Williams thanked the shareholders for showing up and gave them the standard presentation. You couldn't be bothered to pay attention or even learn their names. All you could think about was what would happen when you got to do your presentation. Not once did you ever make eye contact with the men, but you were secretly scouting out the women. One was a brunette with short hair in her 30s, the other brunette was more of a latina, but you weren't quite sure. The last woman, the oldest, was a blonde. You tried not to stare, but you were already placing bets in your mind on who had the best looking feet.

You were interrupted by Ms. Williams saying your name. "Would you like to do your presentation now?" she asked.

"With pleasure!" you replied. You almost stood up, but quickly sat back down. A bulge in your pants prevented you from being able to made a good impression, but it's not like they'd remember in a few minutes away. You clicked the remote and on came the "Office Takeover" program. Everyone in the room aside from you quickly fell into trance as the glowing spirals entranced the shareholders and your boss. The room fell silent as everyone stared at the screens around them, their eyes wide and mouths agape.

"Do I have your attention everyone?" you asked

"Yes master" came the collective reply.

"Gentlemen, please wait in the lobby. The presentation is over for you. Ms. Williams, see them out. Ladies, you may stay for a special presentation."

The men silently stood up and left the room Ms. Williams guided them out. You clicked another button on the remote. A foot logo popped up on the screen along with more subliminal programming. Soon you could hear the clunks of high heeled shoes and flats dropping to the floor and soon 3 pairs of bare soles were facing you.

You crawled up on the table, sniffing each pair of feet. They all had their own flavors, but a hint of leather was constant across all three women. You lifted up their feet one by one and inspected them as the women sat in their chairs, smiling with empty eyes and bobbing heads.

The eldest woman, the blonde sat in the middle. You sat in front of her and placed both feet on your lap against your erection. Her soles were calloused, but would get the job done as you unzipped. You commanded the latina on your left and the brunette to your right to sit up on the table and rub their feet on your face and body. Their soles were smoother, although the latina had just enough callouses to give them a pretty orange color, but they weren't rough.

They mindlessly place one foot each on your face, making a sandwich out of your head as their other feet caressed your body. You began to rub yourself against the blonde's feet, grabbing the top of her feet to scrunch her toes against your head.

"You all are such good foot slaves." you said, panting.

"We are good foot slaves." they mindlessly droned.

You came quickly. A full morning without any foot action had been a long time to wait. The blonde was a mess as the front of her shirt caught whatever mess wasn't on her soles and dripping between her toes.

You commanded her to go clean herself up as you lay on the table, stroking and massaging the soles of the younger two women. Eventually you needed to clean up too, so you left them laying there. The meeting was supposed to take an hour and it was only 9:30. Maybe you'd give them an encore presentation before they left. After all, you wouldn't see them again until next quarter.