S is for Selena

"That's all right - er - Mr Jones," I purred, peering again at his name badge.

"It's Kenneth. But please, my friends call me Ken."

"Thank you, Ken. And though I'm really Mrs Wilson, my friends call me Selena."

Well, my friends at the club do.

"That's a very nice name. If I may say so."

Yes! Yes! I tried to blush, a bit difficult really, my make-up was designed to cover all sorts and probably hid any reddening cheeks as well. I smiled, aware of the effect of a rich red smile on a man, it usually worked. I'd taken so much care with my lipstick, I'm the sort of grrl who thinks a rich, red, quality smile works wonders. Kenneth smiled too. He turned to lock the door behind him, then moved to take my arm and lead me away from the front of the shop, round a slight bend where we wouldn't be seen by anyone walking past along the arcade. Turning the lights off in the entrance, he turned towards me.

"How can I help you, Madam?"

"Selena," I said.

"Sorry," he replied.

"I'm looking for a pair of really sexy high heels, really high, and one of my girl friends recommended you," I said in as sweet and sexy a voice as I could muster.

I'd always known I sounded good, it was a big plus in my game. A sexy femme voice I could do.

"Oh yes," he answered. "To impress your husband maybe. Mr Wilson."

"Oh no, I don't want to impress that bastard. No, they're just for me really. And to impress -- anyone who might be impressed. If you see what I mean, Ken. I do like to dress attractively. And most men seem to find a woman's legs look so much sexier in very high heels."

I smiled, maybe a little seductively as I sat on a chair, away from the view from the door, and crossed my legs. The thought did occur to me -- was I being TOO obvious?

"I so agree. I myself really appreciate a woman who can wear high heels though I know some can't. Well, anything special?"