Tempted by Her Best Friend's Feet

The bar was humming with the sound of conversations, laughter and music. I sat with my colleagues from work, sipping on a rum and coke whilst soaking up the usual work chat. Now settled into the team, I had been lusting for Shannon from my department for several months but had not yet mustered the courage to ask her out. My admission of feelings for her and ultimately revealing my submissive cuckolding and foot fetishes to my downfall were some time away. I would reveal them eventually and she would ultimately not only tolerate it but go a step further to use it against me (see my other story 'Merry Cuckmas Foot Bitch'). However, at this point in time she was still blissfully unaware of my attention or predilections. This left me with two problems. Fear and apprehension about asking her out, as well as mounting frustration in need of a release. Little did I know I would find it that very evening.
Shannon had gone out of town to visit her parents that particular weekend. She would have otherwise tagged along for drinks with our work colleagues. As the evening wore on, the numbers dwindled. Before long the older or married staff said their farewells and departed for their final bus, train or booked taxi. By the time 11pm had rolled around there were only a handful of people left. Some were from Shannon's team whilst a couple more were from mine. The exception, and the very woman who caught my attention, walked past me on her way to the bar.
Zara was the receptionist for our building but also happened to be Shannon's closest friend. They had been to school together, lived together through college and remained housemates after graduation. They had been together through thick and thin and were practically inseparable. When the job opportunity opened for a new receptionist for our building, Shannon had helped Zara get the job and it worked out well for them both. They shared the journey to and from the office, trips to the gym most weekday evenings as well as getting to go on work nights out together.
Zara had a strikingly different figure to Shannon. Where Shannon was of average height and slender athletic build, Zara was extremely small in stature. She stood at less than 5 feet tall with a Rubenesque, voluptuous figure. She had a generous buxom chest leading to an ample ass and short but toned legs. She had an extremely vivacious personality, always giving everyone she met a cheerful greeting and engaging in warm flowing conversation. She was so amiable and well liked that she often found herself invited on nights out by multiple teams in our building. Tonight was one such case. Even without Shannon there she fit in seamlessly.
That evening, she had attracted my attention with her choice of footwear. Fitting for her short stature, Zara had extremely small feet. Shannon would often tease her about it, joking that she practically needed to buy shoes from the children's section. In one passing conversation, I heard her remark that she was a size 2. This evening she had opted to wear a pair of strappy red heels with a block heel and ample platform sole. The choice of a platform shoe was not surprising, given her height. What had taken me by pleasant surprise was how attractive her feet were.
Her toes looked plump and juicy, adorned with a passionate red pedicure. As I watched her at the bar from behind, rifling in her handbag, she had unwittingly started flexing her petite dainty soles against the straps of her shoes, giving me a fleeting glance of their soft perfection. I asked around the table if anyone else wanted a fresh drink and a couple said they had given Zara their orders already. I offered to go and help her.
I approached and leaned on the bar beside her, gazing down at her. My greedy wandering eyes took in her petite feet as well as her ample breasts straining against her tight dress. My eyes flicked to meet hers before she could notice my glances.
"Oh hi!" She chirped. "Caught me by surprise there. Do you want to add something to the order?"
"No, I'm good. Just thought I would give you a hand carrying them back."
"Well, aren't you a gentleman. Having a good night?"
"Yeah, so far. Didn't expect things to get too rowdy. Especially given Shannon isn't here."
"That girl certainly knows how to party! Figured you might have noticed her absence." Zara said, a wry smirk on her face.
"Why do you say that?" I said with a start.
"Oh come on. You may fool her but not me. I think it's adorable, a little office crush. You should ask her out though, before she gets snapped up!"
"Hey, I will make my move when the time is right. I just like to keep things low key. How about you? Any prospects in the dating game at the minute?"
"Suit yourself, but don't play too hard to get, even if she likes to! For me sadly not. Seems I am having a lot of trouble finding anyone decent on the swipe life. So many dick pics and guys with issues. That's if you even get to the stage of organising a date. Maybe I'm just not that much of a catch."
"You kidding? That's nonsense. You look stunning. That dress is gorgeous. You're a vision and any guy would be lucky Tunalı Escort to have you. Just have to keep at it."
"Aww, you're so sweet. Shannon will be a lucky girl I think. So hard to find a nice guy."
"Those new shoes?" I asked boldly, the alcohol pushing me to make the risk.
"What? These?" Zara replied, looking down at them and modelling them on her feet. "Not really. Had these for a while. They look nice but in reality are hell on my feet. Leave me so sore after dancing, which I will inevitably wind up doing tonight. Even if I want to be sensible."
"Who wants to be sensible on a night out? Might as well go for it. This looks like our drinks coming."
Together we gathered the glasses and bottles and made our way back to the table. The night wore on for a couple more hours until just a few of us were left, myself and Zara included. As she predicted, with the music blaring and the cocktails flowing, she found herself up on the dance floor. I joined her and our remaining work colleagues for a few spins and twirls as the band played some classics. Zara disappeared through the crowd to the bathroom. Just after she left, our remaining work colleagues said their goodbyes as they had a taxi waiting outside. I watched them go before returning to our table to make sure nothing was left behind. Only Zara's coat and handbag remained. I caught the flash of her dress out of the corner of my eye and raised my eyes to see her staggering back towards me. She had clearly gone a bit too hard tonight.
"Where is everybody?" She asked, half shouting.
"Packed it in for the night. The band has stopped. Closing time."
"Aww, I was just getting warmed up. Come on, we'll find another place to go." She replied.
I watched as she tried to fumble her coat around her shoulders. She failed miserably and found herself turning around on herself to find the other sleeve. I stepped forward and helped her put it on.
"Such a gentleman. Thank-you." She slurred.
"No problem princess. But I think we better get you a taxi."
I took Zara by the arm and we made our way outside into the thinning crowd. I loaded up the taxi booking app and ordered one to pick us up around the corner near a late-night pizza place. We stood under a streetlight enjoying some greasy fries.
"Such a good night. All the best ones end like this." Zara said.
"Definitely not a night out without a greasy takeaway."
"Yeah. Just a shame about my feet." Zara replied, resting herself against the wall. She raised one of her heel clad feet and reached down to cup it in her hand, attempting to rub the sore points around the straps.
"What's the problem?"
"They're in agony. Like I said earlier, these shoes always seem like a good idea at the time but always end up leaving my feet so sore."
"Would you like a foot massage?" I asked without even thinking. The words had left my lips before I realised what I had said.
"What? Here? Like, you rubbing my feet? Isn't that a bit weird?"
"No, not here. After I get you home and sorted. Just an offer if you want it, to help them feel better. But maybe you're right. Might be a bit weird. It's up to you, just if you wanted."
Zara looked down at her feet then back at me.
"Well, I guess one quick one couldn't hurt. I might as well take up a gentleman on his offer of help."

My phone pinged signalling the taxi had arrived. I looked up to see the car roll up to the curb beside us. I helped Zara clamber into the back seat before getting into the passenger seat beside the driver. I gave him Shannon