1. The Quadruple S Ordeal


    Date: 6/24/2016, Categories: Fiction, Foot or shoe fetish, Author: Pinwheeler, Source: sexstories.com

    Elizabeth sat in the waiting room, her leg bouncing up and down nervously. She had just filled out her paperwork and handed it over to the receptionist. Now all she could do was wait. She hated going to the doctor. Ever since she was a child, it was one of her most dreaded ordeals. She glanced around quickly at the other patients wait to be called. How come none of them seemed so nervous? The only reason she was here was because of a job opportunity that was too good to pass up. Elizabeth had been a runner since high school, and was one of the best in track and field who ever graduated from her large school. That was last year. So far this year, job opportunities were slim. As college took up most of her time, she needed a simple job she would enjoy. This is when she spotted her dream job in the classifieds. “WANTED: Athletes to test running and sporting shoes of various styles. Applicants must be in prime health, and ready to push these shoes to their limit. The most comfortable experience while performing your sport is our number one priority. Work weekends only! Contact Quadruple S. That's Super Supple Stylish Shoes at 555-5555.” Elizabeth did not bother calling. She went in person to their location, as this seemed like the answer to her money woes. So impressed was Mr. Planum, the president of Quadrulple S, that he hired her on the spot, pending a physical exam to determine she was a healthy candidate. Elizabeth is discouraged when she heard this last part, heading ...
    towards the door with a “Thank you anyway” on her lips, when Mr. Planum quickly said, “Two Hundred.” “What?” Elizabeth stopped, doorknob in hand. “Two Hundred Dollars an hour,” replied the president. “That's what we pay our testers. Oh, and also, you can work as many hours as you like during the weekend. And judging by your appearance, you'll be able to test for many hours without tiring.” Elizabeth took a few seconds to register this in her mind. A two hundred dollars an hour to do one of the only things she really loved? “Ok, Mr. Planum. I'll do the physical.” That was yesterday. Elizabeth spend all that day and night dreading having to go to the doctor. Now here she sat, reminding herself as her nervous heart pounded, of the ridiculous pay coming her way if she could get through this. The door to the back rooms opened, and a handsome male nurse stood, giving the waiting room and quick glance. “Elizabeth?” he called in a kind, strong tone. A shot of adrenaline surged through her veins as Elizabeth saw that this handsome man, a few years her senior, was going to take her into the exam room. “Isn't it always female nurses at these places?” she thought as she stood up. “Hi,” said, showing her through the door. Elizabeth could do little but give a small smile. “We'll be right in here,” the nurse said, leading her down a hallway, and into an exam room. Elizabeth glanced around: two wooden, padded chairs, an exam table with the back raised, a scale, a sink and counter with various jars ...
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