"Let me do something nice for you," I said. "And later I'll do something else nice."
"She needs a sexy black stiletto," I told the sales clerk after she greeted us.
"Just something simple," Hazel pleaded.
"I'll bring out a few options."
We browsed the shoes while we waited.
"These are nice," I said. "Very sexy." The straps crisscrossed over the shoe and tied around the ankle. "You know, Hazel," I said in a low voice, "I might have a latent and surprising foot fetish because I really want to fuck you in these shoes."
"I brought out several," the associate said.
"And these," I added, ignoring Hazel's protests and handing the sales associate the shoes.
Hazel tried on the plain black stilettos. "These are nice, but do you think they go with the dress?" She showed the picture to the associate, who nodded.
"You might try the ones your boyfriend picked out," the clerk suggested. "That's such a cool dress, the way it folds on the bodice. You need cool shoes to match."
"I guess," Hazel said as she laced up the stilettoes. I had to refrain from jumping up from my seat when she paraded around. The shoes wereveryfetish inducing.
"Even if you don't wear those with the dress, we're buying them," I stated.
"I think I will wear them with the dress," she decided. "They're actually not that uncomfortable. They're clearly well-made, and all the straps provide support."
"Try these on for your cocktail dress," the associate said, handing Hazel a pair of red shoes with large bows on the sides. "They're very artsy."
"I love the slight retro feel," Hazel said.
I wanted her to put the black stilettos back on, but no one was asking me, so I kept my mouth shut and handed over my credit card when the clerk rang up the boxes of shoes.
"Don't look at the price," I ordered Hazel as I swiped my credit card.
"Too late," she said. "They're too expensive. Put them back, please."
"I already bought them," I said as the machine spit out a receipt. "And there are no returns. Oh well. Cheer up!" I said, swinging the bags as we left the shop. "We're getting to the best part!"
"You would say that," Hazel said as we walked, arm in arm, down the street.
"Looking for edible underwear?" I whispered when we walked into the lingerie shop.
"I run a café. If there's edible underwear, I'm making it, not buying," she whispered back.
"See if there's anything here to inspire you."
While Hazel tried on bras, I browsed. There were several things that inspired me. There was a practically see-through corset that I longed to see Hazel in. "That would go really nicely with your shoes, wouldn't it?" I asked Hazel, gesturing to the display as I paid for the lingerie that I hadn't yet seen, though I would have her model it for me later.
"I think it's missing a part," she said, wrinkling her nose.
"No, it's supposed to be open right there. You know, for easy access." She shivered slightly. "Now jewelry," I told her when we walked out of the store.
"I think you've already gone above and beyond," she pleaded.
"Hazel, you have to be dripping with diamonds."
"Please, no!"
"I'm just kidding. Surely there's a jewelry store in town you've always wanted to shop at."
