If you remember back to the post called Slave Sisters, I set my wife Summer up with Russ and Sarah, under the masquerade that the two women would be having a playdate with "Daddy". The additional façade, was that Summer needed to be babysat by Russ because I was going on a date!
It was actually a business meeting, it didn't quite turn into a date until the end of the night, after too much bourbon.
Remember Vanessa? The Flight Attendant who works alongside Summer.
*Phew* Yes, this little rocket!
Vanessa first appeared in my crosshairs long ago, around the same time I learned Summer would occasionally sell her used nylons and high heels after flights. Vanessa was apparently the co-worker who taught Summer about this naughty little side-hustle and how to post images like so. This is Vanessa below.
Since that time, Vanessa was the Maid of Honour to Summer, when she and I got married. I think Bella might have tongue-banged her in the pool that night, if I remember correctly.
Anyway, I set a meeting with Vanessa, not to talk about her pussy, rather, her feet. She's made a little bit of money off the foot fetishists over the years, I wanted to ask if she was ready to go pro.
How do you conduct a job interview for the position of: foot fetish model who will also be selling her nylons, shoes and socks?
"Ummm, Vanessa, show me your feet."
"Congratulations, you're hired."
She was more than eager to accept and after some legal paperwork in the days following our meeting, some talk of finances and a make-out session on my front porch, Vanessa now worked for me. She and Summer had full reign over the "shoe closet", as it has come to be known, the area at the Facility dedicated to feet, heels and hosiery.
Cassandra helped with some of the photography work and marketing as usual and before long, Summer's feet pay-site was once again spinning triple 7's!
The girls would literally have to prove to potential buyers, that the pantyhose they boarded the flight wearing, were the same ones they were peeling off, eight hours later before sealing and shipping. It was a lot of dicking around but through pictures, codes and short videos, they maintained the continuity of this process.
Sometimes they would come right home from the airport and immediately head to the "shoe closet". After I give my sexy little wife a smooch of course.
I guess this was the critical time to capture all the magic, that first moment they pull a tired foot out of a hot stiletto.
Now with the pair of them playing footsies, literally, the popularity of her site went through the roof and sales almost doubled! As for actual clients attending the "shoe closet" to have a live-session with both Summer and Vanessa, the cost is astronomical. Yet that space in the Facility is constantly booked solid.
You know what I say? I say good for them! No one should judge these two.
They found a little niche in this wonderful world of kink and they're profiting from it. Cripes, if I could sell pictures of my back deck to some lumber-fetishist, I totally fuckin' would!
"Oh Jesus that's a nice deck! That's a nice deck-pic!"
"Is that White Cedar? God I can picture running my nose across it. That deck must smell so good!"
"Send me an unsolicited deck pic, like randomly when I'm at work. It'll be hot! Like I don't know it's coming and I open my phone and BOOM! It's a picture of your deck. I'll even pay for it, like money for it, please?"
LOL...right?
It costs like $11.99 for a head of Iceberg Lettuce these days. Fuckin' right I'd sell you my best deck pics!
Mistress Andrea
xoxo
Continued in: Beautiful Brainwashing
