Carefully he removes her high heel, tips out the offendingpiece of ice and then examines the sole of her foot. “Well your stocking isn t laddered. He tells her. Pushing gently on the bottom of her foot he asks where it hurts. As he finds the spot, right in the middle of her foot she cries out in pain again. I m sorry, but I think you ll be okay. I don t think its cut your foot. He says. She swivels around in the car seat putting her feet in but deciding to leave one high heel off. He shuts her door and then gets into the drivers seat and they set off. The party is taking place at her boss s ...

Carefully he removes her high heel, tips out the offendingpiece of ice and then examines the sole of her foot. “Well your stocking isn t laddered. He tells her. Pushing gently on the bottom of her foot he asks where it hurts. As he finds the spot, right in the middle of her foot she cries out in pain again. I m sorry, but I think you ll be okay. I don t think its cut your foot. He says. She swivels around in the car seat putting her feet in but deciding to leave one high heel off. He shuts her door and then gets into the drivers seat and they set off. The party is taking place at her boss s house. When they arrive her boss asks if she s okay. I think it ll be alright, it just hurts a little. She says, carefully easing her foot back into her high heel. That's good. Her boss says, I ve got a disco organised and I was hoping to dance the night away with a pretty girl. He adds, smiling at her. Most of the office staff are already there. Caterers are distributing drink and food and in the main room the disco is already playing, with lots of the staff, including Gina, dancing. With her rival there she knows she must do her best to dance with her boss. I should be fine. 'm sure it will get easier as time goes by. Maybe the exercise of dancing will help? she says, smiling outwardly but concerned how she s going to get through the evening. She disappears into the main room and onto the dance floor with her boss. Half an hour later, having made an excuse, she comes out into the kitchen. Her feet are her. New tight high heels; a tough day at work; hurting her foot ; and now dancing for half an hour have taken a heavy toll. She s barely able to stand and quickly finds a seat, sits down and takes her high heels off. Moaning she tries to give her feet some much needed relieve by massaging them. Maybe I shouldn t have worn new shoes today, but they do look so good and my boss loves them. She says to herself. That damn Gina knows I'm struggling though. I m sure she ll be dancing with the boss if I don t get back in there soon. With that thought, she squeezes her feet back into her high heels and disappears back into the disco, searching out her boss. Fifteen minutes later, she reappears, one high heel off and in her hand, hobbling and with her boss close behind. Monica are you okay? he asks with real concern. No, I m not. She replies, close to tears. My foot hurts like hell! she adds. On the dance floor, one of the guys from the office had got too close to her and had trodden on her foot. I think I might have a broken bone, its really me! she complained. Despite her discomfort, she was still standing and balancing wearing one high heel. We need to get you off your feet and take a look at your injured foot. Her boss said with concern. Can you manage to walk up stairs? he asked. I think so. She replied weakly. Despite her injury, she still wanted to keep her boss's attention. The dancer who had trodden, so clumsily, on her foot had been dancing with Gina and she was not sure it had been an accident. So, with one red sole high heel in hand and one on her foot, she slowly climbed the stairs, followed by her boss. He guided her along the corridor to one of the other rooms. He got her to lay down on the couch. She still refused to remove her other high heel. Although her feet were her, she could also see the effect she was having on her boss wearing her new heels. He knelt down at the side of the couch and gently started examining her injured foot. As he did so, she allowed her other foot, in its high heel, to rub against his leg and thigh. I don t think you ve got any broken bones but it s probably badly bruised. He said. Well that s my evening ruined. I suppose you ll go back down stairs and dance with Gina? I know she's hoping you will. Monica said dejectedly. I don t think so. I think I ll be staying up here and taking care of my gorgeous P.A, he replied as she continued to turn him on rubbing her high heeled foot against his thigh. Mmm, that s nice, thank you. she said.