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10-28-2010, 6:50 PM
I had a good job and everything in my life was going well. My current job involved working for a multinational company and despite having to deal with the bureaucracy that comes with a large company; I had a good staff and stable looking future. Then I was presented with the opportunity. It was one of those opportunities that you could not let pass by and I needed to explore the possibility.
I met with the owner of the company. She was in her early forties and had built a successful business that she wanted to expand. She wanted a new VP to be the head of business development. I agreed to meet at her office.
The meeting tool place at the end of the day. When I arrived, her receptionist showed me in and then left for the evening. When Samantha came out of the office, I immediately noticed how she was dressed. She was wearing a black business suit and had on black nylons with black heals. Her figure was not that of a 20 year and although some might say she could lose a few pounds, she would still turn heads when she entered a room. Her brown hair was nicely styled and her nails manicured with a deep red polish.
She escorted me in to her office. She had a large oak desk. The type that goes all the way to the floor with a closed front. The meeting was going well with both of us asking and answering questions when I noticed a smell in the air. It was not to strong but there was a definite scent.
She asked me about my thoughts on travel as we would need to attend trade shows, etc. I let her know that I was used to that in my current job. She also asked me about my thoughts on working with women (her products were used by females and as a result the industry was also dominated by females). I told her that in my current role I reported to a female and enjoyed that better than reporting to a male. I went on to say that I have always found it easier to connect with ladies and felt that women in senior management roles were better at it than men. She seemed to like my answers. As our two hour meeting drew to a close, the smell was still in the room. She got up to thank me and as she walked around from behind her desk, I saw she had taken off her shoes. I now realized that it was her feet I had been smelling. Her toes were also painted a deep red. We exchanged good byes and agreed to follow up the next week.
Over the next few days, I thought about our meeting and the answers I had provided to her questions. Whenever I was deep in the thought, my mind for some reason would recall the smell and look of her feet. As luck would have it, she called and offered me the position. If I accepted the opportunity it would mean my salary would double before performance bonuses. I had to take the chance.
When I let my current employer know I was leaving, they made counter offers for me to stay but I left. They were not happy and it would be safe to say that if things did not work out at my new company, it was not likely I could return to the old.
As I settled in to my new role, things were going great. Samantha was a great boss. She was stern but fair. I tend to be a bit of a workaholic and this did not go unnoticed as often she would recognize and compliment my work. There was one thing that I did start to notice. Often when she would come in to my office, she would come and stand behind my desk, beside me to look at my computer screen. While we would be reviewing the information, I would smell that scent and when I looked down, she would have kicked off one of her shoes. One day I guess I stared at her foot to long and when I looked at her, she was staring at me with a smile. Nothing was said and we continued with the job at hand. Her taking off a shoe when she was in my office continued.
One day I was in her office and she had to leave for a meeting. She was sitting at her desk trying to print some documents and asked me if I could grab her shoes that were behind the door. I grabbed them and noticed a little dirt on one of the toes. I used my finger and wrist cuff on my shirt to clean them and she noticed this and said thanks. Again I noticed the smell. When I got to her desk, she had turned her body sideways in her chair but was still looking at the screen. I knelt down, took hold of the bottom of her right foot and gently slid it in to the shoe. I did the same with her left. She had finished sending the documents to printer, looked down at me and said thank you, you did not have to clean my shoes like that. I made a joke and said hey, we can’t have the boss going to a meeting unless she looks her best. She again thanked me and apologized, saying that her shoes must have smelled bad. Not wanting to say something bad to the boss, I replied that they did not smell and were fine. She smiled and simply said, oh really. That was the end of that situation.
On another day I was in her office and we were reviewing some sales forecasts. I was sitting beside her on her left side while she used her right hand to work the mouse on the screen. She had a pen in her left hand. At one point, she dropped the pen under her desk (To me it almost looked like she meant to do it).
The pen landed toward the front (remember if you were looking at the desk from the front, you would not be able to get it as the desk went to the floor). She kept looking at the screen and asked me if I could grab it. I pushed back my chair and knelt down to get the pen. I did not want to get under her desk (I thought that would be a little weird) so I stretched a far as I could with my left arm to reach. This caused my head to go partially under her desk and look to the right. Then I saw it. She was sitting with her right leg crossed over her left and she had taken her right shoe off. My face was inches from the bottom of her right foot. I could see her foot was well taken care of and its appearance could best be described as “meaty”. As I noted earlier, she did not have the body of a twenty year old. Her heel was smooth and you could see the dampness in her nylons. Just as I was about to reach her pen, she moved her foot so her toes covered my nose. It happened so quick I was stunned and froze. She only kept them there for a moment and when she "realized" what she had done she removed them. I grabbed her pen and came from under her desk. She apologized and said she was lost in the figures on the screen and did not realize her toes were over my nose. I again said it was nothing and not to worry about. She made the comment of how her feet must have smelled, but I reassured her that they were fine and did not smell. She smiled and we got back to work.
About a week later, I was in her office again and we were going over some information which also involved the use of the internet. She was having problems with her connection so I tried to find the problem. The connection on the back of her computer looked okay so I thought maybe it was where the cable plugged in to the outlet. She asked me to take a look. Again I was going to have to go under her desk. This time I was lying on my left side with my right arm at my side as with her sitting at her desk it was the best way for me to fit. She was reading a document we had saved when I told her I would unplug her connection and then plug it back in. As I said this, she crossed her right leg over her left and dropped the shoe. On this day she was not wearing any nylons. I could instantly see the sweat on the bottom of her foot. Her foot was once again only a couple of inches away from my face. I looked down at her shoe and saw the warn 8 on the insole. With my right arm at my side and her chair in the way, I could not get my arm to my nose to pinch it to try and cover the smell. Then she did it.
She moved her foot to my face and put her sweaty toes over my nose. Again I froze. I thought she would remove it but instead she kept reading and asked if I had plugged the cable back in. With my left arm holding in the cable I had no choice but speak in to the sole of her foot which was over my mouth as the back of my head was against the side of the desk. I said it was in and asked her if it was working. Surely she would move her foot now. She did not. She simply said it was not working and to try again. Her foot remained in its place with her toes over my nose. You can try to breath through your mouth, but when a sweaty foot is on your face, it is tough to escape the smell. I plugged in the cable a second time and spoke in to the sole of her foot again. She said it was working. However, it took her a moment to move her foot off my face. She then “realized” where her foot was and apologized. It was the same thing where she commented on how bad they must have smelled. I again downplayed it and said it was no big deal. As I came from under her desk, she smile and told me that it did feel nice on her toes when I was breathing air through my nose. She then made a joke that if my current job didn’t work out; I could always go in to business as a footstool. I just laughed and she smiled. When we finished our meeting, she let me know that in a couple of weeks, we would have to travel across the country together to a trade show. I said no problem and left her office. As I sat at my desk, I realised all I could smell was her feet. I guess when she placed her sweaty toes on my nose, she left the scent behind. I got back to work and started making plans for the convention.
I met with the owner of the company. She was in her early forties and had built a successful business that she wanted to expand. She wanted a new VP to be the head of business development. I agreed to meet at her office.
The meeting tool place at the end of the day. When I arrived, her receptionist showed me in and then left for the evening. When Samantha came out of the office, I immediately noticed how she was dressed. She was wearing a black business suit and had on black nylons with black heals. Her figure was not that of a 20 year and although some might say she could lose a few pounds, she would still turn heads when she entered a room. Her brown hair was nicely styled and her nails manicured with a deep red polish.
She escorted me in to her office. She had a large oak desk. The type that goes all the way to the floor with a closed front. The meeting was going well with both of us asking and answering questions when I noticed a smell in the air. It was not to strong but there was a definite scent.
She asked me about my thoughts on travel as we would need to attend trade shows, etc. I let her know that I was used to that in my current job. She also asked me about my thoughts on working with women (her products were used by females and as a result the industry was also dominated by females). I told her that in my current role I reported to a female and enjoyed that better than reporting to a male. I went on to say that I have always found it easier to connect with ladies and felt that women in senior management roles were better at it than men. She seemed to like my answers. As our two hour meeting drew to a close, the smell was still in the room. She got up to thank me and as she walked around from behind her desk, I saw she had taken off her shoes. I now realized that it was her feet I had been smelling. Her toes were also painted a deep red. We exchanged good byes and agreed to follow up the next week.
Over the next few days, I thought about our meeting and the answers I had provided to her questions. Whenever I was deep in the thought, my mind for some reason would recall the smell and look of her feet. As luck would have it, she called and offered me the position. If I accepted the opportunity it would mean my salary would double before performance bonuses. I had to take the chance.
When I let my current employer know I was leaving, they made counter offers for me to stay but I left. They were not happy and it would be safe to say that if things did not work out at my new company, it was not likely I could return to the old.
As I settled in to my new role, things were going great. Samantha was a great boss. She was stern but fair. I tend to be a bit of a workaholic and this did not go unnoticed as often she would recognize and compliment my work. There was one thing that I did start to notice. Often when she would come in to my office, she would come and stand behind my desk, beside me to look at my computer screen. While we would be reviewing the information, I would smell that scent and when I looked down, she would have kicked off one of her shoes. One day I guess I stared at her foot to long and when I looked at her, she was staring at me with a smile. Nothing was said and we continued with the job at hand. Her taking off a shoe when she was in my office continued.
One day I was in her office and she had to leave for a meeting. She was sitting at her desk trying to print some documents and asked me if I could grab her shoes that were behind the door. I grabbed them and noticed a little dirt on one of the toes. I used my finger and wrist cuff on my shirt to clean them and she noticed this and said thanks. Again I noticed the smell. When I got to her desk, she had turned her body sideways in her chair but was still looking at the screen. I knelt down, took hold of the bottom of her right foot and gently slid it in to the shoe. I did the same with her left. She had finished sending the documents to printer, looked down at me and said thank you, you did not have to clean my shoes like that. I made a joke and said hey, we can’t have the boss going to a meeting unless she looks her best. She again thanked me and apologized, saying that her shoes must have smelled bad. Not wanting to say something bad to the boss, I replied that they did not smell and were fine. She smiled and simply said, oh really. That was the end of that situation.
On another day I was in her office and we were reviewing some sales forecasts. I was sitting beside her on her left side while she used her right hand to work the mouse on the screen. She had a pen in her left hand. At one point, she dropped the pen under her desk (To me it almost looked like she meant to do it).
The pen landed toward the front (remember if you were looking at the desk from the front, you would not be able to get it as the desk went to the floor). She kept looking at the screen and asked me if I could grab it. I pushed back my chair and knelt down to get the pen. I did not want to get under her desk (I thought that would be a little weird) so I stretched a far as I could with my left arm to reach. This caused my head to go partially under her desk and look to the right. Then I saw it. She was sitting with her right leg crossed over her left and she had taken her right shoe off. My face was inches from the bottom of her right foot. I could see her foot was well taken care of and its appearance could best be described as “meaty”. As I noted earlier, she did not have the body of a twenty year old. Her heel was smooth and you could see the dampness in her nylons. Just as I was about to reach her pen, she moved her foot so her toes covered my nose. It happened so quick I was stunned and froze. She only kept them there for a moment and when she "realized" what she had done she removed them. I grabbed her pen and came from under her desk. She apologized and said she was lost in the figures on the screen and did not realize her toes were over my nose. I again said it was nothing and not to worry about. She made the comment of how her feet must have smelled, but I reassured her that they were fine and did not smell. She smiled and we got back to work.
About a week later, I was in her office again and we were going over some information which also involved the use of the internet. She was having problems with her connection so I tried to find the problem. The connection on the back of her computer looked okay so I thought maybe it was where the cable plugged in to the outlet. She asked me to take a look. Again I was going to have to go under her desk. This time I was lying on my left side with my right arm at my side as with her sitting at her desk it was the best way for me to fit. She was reading a document we had saved when I told her I would unplug her connection and then plug it back in. As I said this, she crossed her right leg over her left and dropped the shoe. On this day she was not wearing any nylons. I could instantly see the sweat on the bottom of her foot. Her foot was once again only a couple of inches away from my face. I looked down at her shoe and saw the warn 8 on the insole. With my right arm at my side and her chair in the way, I could not get my arm to my nose to pinch it to try and cover the smell. Then she did it.
She moved her foot to my face and put her sweaty toes over my nose. Again I froze. I thought she would remove it but instead she kept reading and asked if I had plugged the cable back in. With my left arm holding in the cable I had no choice but speak in to the sole of her foot which was over my mouth as the back of my head was against the side of the desk. I said it was in and asked her if it was working. Surely she would move her foot now. She did not. She simply said it was not working and to try again. Her foot remained in its place with her toes over my nose. You can try to breath through your mouth, but when a sweaty foot is on your face, it is tough to escape the smell. I plugged in the cable a second time and spoke in to the sole of her foot again. She said it was working. However, it took her a moment to move her foot off my face. She then “realized” where her foot was and apologized. It was the same thing where she commented on how bad they must have smelled. I again downplayed it and said it was no big deal. As I came from under her desk, she smile and told me that it did feel nice on her toes when I was breathing air through my nose. She then made a joke that if my current job didn’t work out; I could always go in to business as a footstool. I just laughed and she smiled. When we finished our meeting, she let me know that in a couple of weeks, we would have to travel across the country together to a trade show. I said no problem and left her office. As I sat at my desk, I realised all I could smell was her feet. I guess when she placed her sweaty toes on my nose, she left the scent behind. I got back to work and started making plans for the convention.