At the end of the day, Harley left for home, still blissfully unaware of some of the looks he was getting for his unusual footwear. When he got to his apartment building, he opened the mailbox and found a single envelope. It had his name typed on it...but there was no return address and no stamp or postmark. Clearly, it had been hand-delivered.
He opened it and found a card with the following words:
Go to a department store and buy one dozen pairs of pantyhose in assorted colors. If asked, tell the clerk they are for you. OBEY!
Without hesitation, Harley left his building and headed for the department store a few blocks over. It was one he shopped at often, and many of the sales staff knew him well. One salesgirl was particularly surprised when she saw him head straight to the women's hosiery display...and was even more puzzled when the sound of his heels drew her attention to his patent leather mary-janes.
She watched as he picked out the pantyhose...in various shades of nude, as well as black, white, and fish-net as well. She almost wanted to ask if he was sure of the sizes, but he seemed quite confident--although she realized he was picking out the largest size available.
Finally, as he looked about for an open sales desk, she decided to approach him. "All set to check out, sir?" she asked.
"Yes," he replied, as he followed her to the desk.
"Getting some gifts for a lady friend?" the clerk asked.
"Oh, no," Harley responded, smiling. "These are for me..."
She raised her eyebrows in surprise, but professionally completed the transaction...then watched in amazement as he walked off, heels clicking on the marble floors.
The next morning, Harley knew he had to wear one of his new purchases to work. He decided on the fish-nets. Once they were on, he slipped on his pants and the mary-janes and made his way to the office.
Vera was there to see him enter and was pleased to see he not only had obeyed instructions, but had picked out the sexiest possible hosiery for his return to work.
She beckoned to him and he immediately went to her office. She again sat on the desk and began swinging her foot back and forth. Harley couldn't keep his eyes off it....
...and ten minutes later, he found himself standing up, holding a package. "Just do as I told you, Harley. OBEY!" Vera instructed.
Harley took the package to the men's room and went into a stall. Opening it, he found a leather miniskirt. He knew what to do: He removed his pants and stepped into the tiny skirt, drawing it up to his hips.
Leaving the men's room, he returned to his desk, oblivious to the many startled looks of his co-workers...and to the satisfied smile on Vera Demanden's face!
TO BE CONTINUED
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