Posted by daktila on August 26, 2002 at 15:15:10:
Nude dancer clubs offer many instances where the girls' feet are hurting from the shoes they wear. In the mid 90s I was at a club in NYC. I was sipping my drink towards the back of the club. I was near the dancers' table. I overheard a conversation between two dancers where one asked the other to make a round of the club so they could ask customers for a lap dance. I overheard the dancer, to whom the question was addressed, say: "I don't know if I can do very much dancing tonight. These new shoes are a bit tight and they're starting to hurt." The girl was a cute blonde with a really sexy body. She was wearing a pair of beige patent leather pumps (5") with an ankle strap. She ended up just sitting at the table while her friend looked for a customer. I had a second drink and watched her eventually get up to look for some clients. She danced a few songs and I saw her walking back to the table with a slight limp. She sat down and started twirling her ankles and wiggling her toes with the shoes still on. About 10 minutes later I walked over and asked her for a dance. We went to the VIP section for more privacy. I kept her dancing for a while (spent a bit of money). Into the sixth song she said: "I am sorry, I can't dance in these shoes anymore. My feet are killing me. Do you mind if I take my shoes off?" I told her to that it was fine with me. She unbuckled the ankle strap and pulled off her pumps and said: "oh that feels so much better! These new shoes have been getting tighter and tighter. I would't have been able to go on any longer." I asked her if she wanted me to rub her aching feet and she said that she would like that. She had beautiful feet and toes. By this point I was really sexually excited. I kept her for quite a few more dances and continued to massage her feet between songs. She had her feet near my crotch and would rub her toes up against it feeling how excited I had become. She asked me if I had a foot fetish. Could I have lied? She found it interesting. By this time my dance cards were running out. She took care of me in the last couple of songs by intensly rubbing her feet and toes where it counted. In the end she thanked me for the foot massage and left without putting her offending shoes back on. A good night indeed!