For several years I worked in an office. Looking back, it was the best job I ever had. Not the office work itself, but the times when I managed to get stood on, or got to clean various co-workers boots, etc. As the years went by, I'm sure it had become quite obvious that I have a foot fetish, which is possibly why my employment contract was not renewed. I managed to provide shoeshines to 9 different co-workers while I worked there, but the one who stands out the most is Kelly. Kelly was quite tall, about 5'10 and always wore heels to work, making her several inches taller than me in her heels. Kelly had long brown hair and blue eyes and was very pretty with a beautiful smile. She weighed around 130 pounds. There were 3 of us working in the office area, Kelly and myself worked in the back office and Marie worked at the reception desk. I was Kelly and Marie's supervisor. There were also 7 or 8 professionals working there, but they were busy all day with appointments and were often out of the office at local health centres. My time working with Kelly was one of my best experiences, but in the end it turned into a nightmare. We'd worked together for a month and then one day Kelly came limping out of the storeroom, saying she'd twisted her ankle. As the First Aid Officer, I advised her to take her boot off in case her ankle or foot began to swell. She sat on a desk and tried to remove her boot but it seemed to cause too much pain. "Do you want me to help you with that" I asked. Kelly nodded and said "Yes please". I knelt on the floor in front of her and held her booted foot in my hands. Kelly's boots were dark blue leather ankle boots with a thick tapering heel about 3 inches high. I was looking for a zip at the sides or at the back of the boot but couldn't find one. I asked Kelly if there was a zip and she told me "No, just pull it off". So I pulled her boot off and placed it next to me on the floor, but holding her foot in my left hand. Kelly was wearing thick grey tights and her foot was really warm and quite damp with sweat. I asked Kelly to move her foot if she could and then pressed her toes and on her sole, and then told her it seemed to be a sprain and that she should put ice on it. I told Kelly to stay there and got an ice pack from the lunchroom fridge. I knelt back down and asked Kelly if there was any swelling. She looked down at her ankle, moving her foot forward so that her toes were lightly touching my ribs. "I don't know. I can't really tell. Maybe." she said. "OK. Um, we might have to compare it to your other, uninjured ankle. Is it OK if I take off your left boot as well?" "Sure." Kelly said with a slight laugh. I gently pulled off her boot and placed it neatly next to her other one. I then held both of her feet at the back of her heels and brought them forward so her toes were resting on my lowest rib. "What do you think? It doesn't seem to be swollen". Kelly moved her feet slightly as she inspected her ankles for any signs of swelling then said "No, I don't think it's swollen but it's very painful". I let go of her left foot and cupped the heel of her right foot in one hand and placed the icepack on the outside of her ankle. "Is that too cold?" "No that's good" Kelly replied. She also kept her left foot resting against my ribs, probably because my right forearm was in the way behind her foot. She seemed quite comfortable sitting on the desk, with me on my knees, holding her right foot while she rested her left foot against me. Just then the phone rang and Kelly answered the call, as I quietly cursed the interruption. It was just one of Kelly's friends (Kelly spent a lot of time on personal calls each day). Kelly started chatting to her friend, talking about the clubs they went to on the weekend, their plans for the next weekend, gossiping about people they knew, talking about jackets and other clothes. They chatted away for at least ten minutes while I continued to hold Kelly's foot and she continued to rest her other foot on my chest, every so often slightly repositioning her left foot on my torso, from having the whole sole resting flat with her toes on my chest, to just pressing her toes against my stomach or ribs. For a little while she was gently rubbing her toes and the ball of her foot against my rib, seeming to like the feel of the contrast between hard rib and soft stomach. I looked at her as she did this and she seemed totally absorbed in her conversation and not even aware of my presence kneeling at her feet. At other times, she might glance down and give me an encouraging smile.