Sunday, May 14, 2023

The challenge part 7

We ate breakfast without talking, his hand was on my cast. I wasn't sure if I wanted to tell Daniel my secret or not about my broken leg, I was so close to the end zone.

After breakfast I got dressed and we drove to a local mall, he helped me out of the car and gave me my crutches. It's not like I needed anything, I just needed time to decide what to do about the challenge.

I engaged a couple of female vendors in conversation, explained about my broken leg and smiled since it was my first visit at the mall. Daniel was staring at me, he said I looked lovely, wearing a light summer dress and a sneaker on my right foot. The dress was just above my knee, with a full view of my long leg cast.

Back home I was sitting in our sunroom, working on a little story in my Wattpad site when Daniel came behind me. He touched my hair, kissed my neck. He lifted me up on my good leg and we kissed again while both his hands kept my balance.

"I need to tell you something baby" I said sitting back down, my broken leg against his leg.

"What?" He stared into my eyes wondering, his hand resting on my cast.

"I didn't break my leg, I joined a ...Challenge"

"A what? You didn't do what..." He asked while he removed his hand from my fake broken leg

"I ..." My cell vibrated and I grabbed it, only 2 words text message, all caps

"YOU LOOSE"

"OMG how can they know that we are talking... Daniel?"

"Who is texting you?" And my phone vibrated again with a new message.

"Claudia see you at 9 pm tonight at the address below, be on time, bring heels and wear a dress...you pick the colour, see you... Mr Smith"

It took me close to 2 hours to explain everything to Daniel. I swear, his look was punching holes through me...like if I was lying or something. Then it took me 2 hours to decide on what to wear.

Was this still part of the challenge I wondered, he did say that I lost. Finding a pair of high heels was easy. Black pumps that were far higher than I would have ever dared while in a cast and using crutches. I had to adjust the height of my crutches to accommodate the stiletto heel.

One of my ex a long time ago used to called those my fuck me heels. Daniel, my poor husband that was all mixed up, called them ankle breakers.

I slid on the right pump, grabbed my crutches and moved carefully at first being so high, to the long mirror. I looked at my firm ass not covered at all except for the tiny strap of my G-string between my ass cheeks, my lace push up bra gently lifted and supported my round breasts. I kinda loved the way I looked and felt, black long cast and sexy black lingerie were a good mix after the kind of day I had, losing the $500,000 and maybe my husband.

I crossed the bedroom on my crutches, my breasts moved slightly up and down. Between looking so sexy and my trapped leg, I felt my vagina burning. I finished my outfit with lacy stockings and a sexy black cocktail dress tight fitting in all the proper areas.

I called my taxi, yes I'm a bit old school still supporting our local taxi industry. Very , very slowly went down the stairs into the lobby, through the front doors, and out.

The driver said "Wow miss" Staring at my cast, legs, dress... before helping me inside the back seat. After telling him how I broke it, I squeezed my leg against my cast, I felt so aroused having no idea what would happen. Should I turn around and go back home to rebuild Daniel's trust?

I walked to the front door, it opened, I was face to face with Mr. Smith

"Hello Claudia, nice seeing you, you look amazing" He stared at me from my toes to my hair in a ponytail and then spent a few additional seconds looking at my cast.

I fake twirling on my crutches. "Hello Mr Smith" After walking into the great room, he didn't waste any time.

"Claudia I want to give you a chance to win the challenge but first let's get that cast off you leg" He was staring at my black cast.

Mr Smith sat in the corner and watched Nurse Sindy walking into the room, leaning heavily on a walking stick.

"Hello Claudia," She said. I smiled and looked at her prosthetic leg that looked very recent.

She started cutting the inside of my black cast, above my knee and down to my foot. Then she did the same on the outside of the cast. She used a reverse vice grip that basically spread the 2 parts of my black cast. She really was a pro at this. Sorry if I had any doubt at some point, also I wondered if Mr Smith had anything to do with her amputation.

She cut the cotton covering my leg and then it hit me. Ugly dry skins all over my leg and it was so skinny and stiff. I first wiggled my toes...check, then tried to bend my knee and ankle not that easy but some movement.

"It's really important that you don't try to walk on it, right now your leg might not be able to take your full weight or proper movement in your articulations, you need to use your crutches." She said very seriously. She then cleaned my poor leg and gave me back my crutches.

"Thank you" I said, placed the crutches under my arms and followed Mr Smith to another room and sat in a very comfortable chair, he was sitting right in front of me.

"What if I told you that there is a way you could still win $500,000? But first let me treat your feet with lovely new heels."

"I'm listening sir" Nervous but then I saw him bring out sexy Louboutin pumps.

"You see I have many fetishes and ladies wearing sexy high heels pumps and risking, sprain or broken bones is another one of them Claudia"

I kept staring at the shoes but they were so much more than just pumps. I love classic look with soft suede leather with comfortable rounded toes. The 4 inch high stiletto heels would add a sophisticated touch to my legs and feet.

"This is Joanne, she will be helping us in the next steps of the challenge" A young girl, I guessed to be 18 or 19, tall, slim and damn sexy walked in and sat facing me.

"Bonjour Claudia" She said, crossing her long legs, skirt moving up her legs and showing me she wasn't wearing any panties.

She uncrossed her legs, bent down, took one of the shoes and caressed my left leg with the high heel portion of the Louboutin. I stared into her blue eyes and red lips while the tiny heel slid up my leg....

"OMG" I moaned, closing my eyes and wondered for the first if Mr Smith was the devil.

Part 8 to come

K






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