The Ultimate Pedicure Package (a work in progress)

Karin was … It had been a long day at her retail job with Mother’s Day that weekend. She was feeling more than a little annoyed with the clueless husbands and boyfriends who came to her department in fine lingerie. “All that these moms want is a day at the spa or at home alone with a good book, not some piece of barely there lingerie that will be tossed in some forgotten corner of the closet.” she thought to herself. She had decided early on that week that she would treat herself to a pedicure if she made it out sane and in one piece.
She had booked herself the ultimate package at the spa where she liked to frequent for right after her shift. Champagne, a plate of different samples of appetizers, hot stone massage with exotic oils would just be the fix she needed after the harried activity on the fifth floor of the department store.
In anticipation of her solo date, she made sure that she wore her black thigh high stockings with her uniform of a black pencil skirt and a tailored royal blue blouse. As she stood by the spa’s reception desk deciding on a colour of polish, she overheard a couple of the estheticians whispering about the new foot guy. “He looks too good to be straight.” said the short, perky blonde. “Yeah’” replied the taller brunette, “and he works as a pedicurist” Karin thought little of it “After all,” she thought, “To each their own.”, as she picked out a nice hot pink polish for her toes.
“Karin?” called the receptionist, “Follow me please”. Karin was led down the sparsely decorated wood paneled hallway. The receptionist opened a door to one of the private rooms which was part of the package. The champagne was already poured and waiting for her. The water was bubbling away in the basin, a faint mist of steam rising from it. She picked up the champagne flute and took the first sip. She began to feel some of the week’s stress fall away. She dipped her hand in the water checking its temperature. “Well I might as well get myself ready.” She put the crystal flute down on the side table, raised her leg onto the platform with the basin and began to hike up her skirt to roll down her stockings.
“Oh... ummmm... hello. I’ve brought your appetizers. My name is Rick and I’ll be looking after your needs today.” said a slightly embarrassed male voice. She looked up to see a pair of sky blue eyes shyly staring at her partially exposed thigh. She took in the sight of him standing there. He looked to be around his mid twenties with dark brown hair that curled slightly at the nape of his neck. He wore a pair of casual trousers paired with a painted on short sleeved polo shirt. He wasn’t muscle bound but had a body that spoke of regular gym workouts. “Those girls were right.” reflected Karin, “He does look too good to be straight but his eyes give him away. He’s definitely straight.” Suddenly she felt a burgeoning idea forming and a slight smile formed on her lips.
“Oh thank you so much Rick. You have no idea how much I have been looking forward to being spoiled and having my needs met today. Be a good boy and put the plate down over here,” she gestured to the champagne glass, “and give me a hand.” He looked a bit startled, but did as he was told. Karin took his trembling hands and laid them on her thigh and told him with an amused tone, “Help me take these off please.” Rick glanced from her thigh to her eyes and back to her thigh again and began to slowly and carefully roll down the sheer black stocking down her pale white leg. Her legs weren’t bad for someone in her forties; they were still shapely and looked well proportioned. She was a walker and it was her main exercise. He lifted his eyes up searching for her approval. She nodded encouragingly and offered the other silk clad leg. “Very nice Rick. Not even one little snag. You do have good hands."