In The Bank Manager's Cupboard. Part One.

                    Part One.
                          
David had not been at the store long when Karin came
in. His career had taken a downward turn since his
company went into liquidation. Shop assistant at thirty
five was bad enough, but junior, and in a shoe store!
Still at least he was in the ladies department, imagine
all those sweaty male feet. Not that he relished every
ladies' foot, some were pretty unsavoury.

It was not the first time he had seen Karin, she had
browsed through his department a couple of times
already.

David approached her, "Can I help you Madam," hardly an
original line, but Karin's reply was at least
different. "I doubt it." Her eyes holding his seemed to
say - 'but it might be amusing if you tried.'

David tried again, "Is there anything special Madam
would like," another gem of originality.

Karin paused, as if to give the matter serious
consideration, then challenged him. "Yes, I would like
someone to carry my bags home."

Momentarily stunned, David heard himself offer to bring
them to her in the evening, after work. He couldn't
believe his luck when she gave him her address.

Having handed him at least seven carrier bags, she
declared that she would like him to bring with him a
pair of stiletto heeled, ankle strap sandals, in size
four. Like a pair that she had seen on display in the
window.

"But surely you should try them on first," he offered.

"No, I'll just pay for them," she said as she walked
towards the cash desk. David fell in to step behind her
realising the decision was final. "And anyway," she
continued, "I am sure you will change them on Monday if
they are not suitable."

David found his mind wandering back to Karin all too
often for the rest of that Saturday afternoon. She was
certainly attractive, immaculate even. Her confident
manner certainly suggested she was in her thirties, if
she did still look no more than twenty five. He had
found her attractive every time he had seen her. Her
style was crisp, but definitely very sexy. He wouldn't
have thought he stood a chance, but it wasn't every day
a sexy lady said 'come round to my place tonight'. Even
if it was to bring her shopping home for her.

He couldn't resist peeking in the bags, as he travelled
on the bus out to Hambleton Green. His car had been
repossessed by the finance company just before the
first bankruptcy proceedings, and he was reduced to
public transport. The lady certainly had expensive
tastes, and some of them quite exotic. There was a
small bag from a lingerie shop, he recognised the name.
She had purchased a supply of black seamed stockings,
as well as some lacy items that he didn't dare to
examine too closely in public. Shutting the bags, he
tried to get his mind and body back under control. No
use running away with fanciful ideas or fantasies, this
was one lady he couldn't afford.

The flat was in one of those modern security buildings,
doorman, video, etcetera. When he got to her door it
opened with an electronic buzz and he walked through
into a downstairs study. A cast iron circular stairs
led up to a voice which suggested that he make them
both a dry martini.

David located the bar and heard the metallic click of
high heels on the staircase. The bar was under the
stairs, two legs in seamed stockings descended in front
of his eyes. The well shaped voluptuous body that
travelled past his eyes was dressed in a black shiny
zip front P.V.C. dress, with high winged collar. The
dress hugged every curve and point of her body, like a
second skin. It fitted like a sheath over her hips,
that must have made walking a skilful, if sensual
operation.

Karin was now seated, her legs crossed in a rustle of
femininity. She was waiting for the drink, he had as
yet failed to prepare, he had been so entranced. Her
breasts were moulded by the material and gleamed as
they pointed accusingly towards him. When he handed her
the drink, she seemed to just at that moment notice the
bags he had dropped on the sofa.

As she indicated the bags, she looked disapproving.
"Oh, would you mind dropping those things in my
dressing room," she flicked her eyes towards the
upstairs. "Oh. And David, leave the shoes, I would like
to try them on in a moment."

As he did as she asked, he couldn't help feeling a
little like a servant. He had fixed her drink, served
it to her, and was now running errands to her dressing
room. On the floor of the dressing room were items of
discarded lingerie. He imagined her dressed in such
items under the p.v.c. dress, like most men he had a
weakness for black lingerie. He hoped he would get a
chance to see her undress.

"How did you know my name Karin? You don't mind if I
call you Karin?" David asked as he returned downstairs.
He knew her name from her cheque that day. Karin once
again left an uncomfortable pause while she gave the
matter consideration, surprising him yet again with her
reply, "I think I prefer the formal way you addressed
me in the shop."

"Madam?" he queried.

Karin smiled at him, "Yes, that's much nicer, David. I
ought to explain that I have a complete file on you in
my office. You see I own the bank to which you owe so
much."

David looked offended, "Oh. I see!"

"Don't get into a huff, David," Karin admonished him,
her voice stern. "I have an interesting proposition for
you."

David didn't like surprises like this, "Really?" He
challenged.

Karin finished her drink and suggested that David get
them both another, and sit down while she explained. "I
read your file after we took possession of what was
left of your company. I decided that your knowledge
made you the best person to put into your old job -
minus financial control of course."

Karin laid out her offer to David. He give up his job
in the shoe store and sell off what was left of his
personal possessions. Pay off his mortgage by selling
his house, and with the proceeds he show good faith by
paying off some of his debt to her bank.

In return she would see he was reinstated in his former
position, give him accommodation and an allowance. Then
when he turned in a profit they would renegotiate the
agreement. She pointed out that at his current salary,
his mortgage and the interest on his debts would be
rolling up faster than any payments he made. That would
eat into any equity he had in the house. At the next
hearing he would almost certainly be declared bankrupt,
and it was rare that anyone made a go of business after
that.

Whereas if he placed himself under her control, he
would not only keep a roof over his head, and have an
allowance, she would also stop any interest rolling up
on his debts until such time as he turned in a profit.

Everything was moving too fast for David. He knew she
was right about getting out from under, but was the
deal she offered the right way? What did she mean by an
allowance? By accommodation? By her control?

Karin reassured him, "Those are only the details David,
I want you to think seriously about the principles
involved. And if you agree in principle we will, if you
insist, go over the fine print together."

His drink was empty again, so too was hers, he noticed.
"Would you like me to get you another drink," he
offered. Her eyes held his, but she didn't answer. He
realised why, but felt it was ridiculous. Still he
didn't want to blow everything just yet. "I'm sorry,
would you like another drink, Madam."

"That's better. No, not just now. I would like to try
on my new shoes," her eyes flicked towards the box and
he realised what was expected. He wasn't sure he wanted
to work for this demanding lady.

As he knelt before her, with the new shoes in hand, he
had to admit to a rising level of excitement. She
crossed her legs, placing one foot in his hand. He was
trembling slightly as he removed a sandal not unlike
the new pair. She wriggled her toes, recrossed her
legs, and placed the other foot within his reach.
Something about Karin made him forget his training.
When not looking at the shoes, look at the customer and
maintain eye contact. That was the way a salesman is
taught to do it.

The rasping of nylon and the very faint scent of new
stockings on clean feet had all distracted him. His
eyes had not been raised above waist level since he
knelt in front of her. He had not looked into her face
and seen the amused look, so he could not know how much
Karin was enjoying herself. It was just as well that he
would not need to stand just yet, as the lump in his
trousers would be an embarrassment.

A smile played around Karin's lips as she realised the
state he was getting into. Wriggling her feet, she
recrossed her legs and placed her right foot back in
his hands for the new shoe to be fitted. Every time she
crossed those legs the nylon rasped against nylon, the
p.v.c. rustled. If he dared peek, a flash of black
stocking top against white thigh would torment him
still further.

He held her foot in his lap as he carefully fitted the
first sandal, and fastened the high ankle strap. The
stiletto heel was biting into his testicles, the sole
of the shoe further stimulating his now throbbing
erection.

Karin crossed her legs for the last time as she gave
him the left foot for the second sandal to be fitted.
Karin was enjoying herself, she loved to see men get
excited. Not that she could be relied upon to satisfy
them, that wasn't the fun. She knew that David did not
dare look her in the eyes, as she felt his rock hard
prick beneath the sole of her sandal. She knew that
his embarrassment would keep him kneeling there, until
he could readjust himself. She had him just where she
wanted him.