//------------------------------// // Chapter 3 (the debt p3) // Story: The city part 2 // by keithsterling //------------------------------// It was a week later with the warning from my older sister Detective Inspector Serena Silverlight, from the international police force still ringing in my head. My mother and boss mare for the Silverlight unicorn family Tycoon Susan Shimmering Diamond Silverlight asked me to check in with her flagship department store, The Tack Room, in downtown Los Ungulas. Thinking nothing of it and feeling it was no trouble it would clear my head of anxiety. I drove my 1920 Roamer Roadster to the department store in downtown Los Ungulas. It was overwhelming as I stood in front of the double glass door in front of the establishment. This department store is where the Silverlight unicorn family started all those years ago; went my mother, Susan Shimmering Diamond Silverlight, was struggling humble sale mare at this department store. Over time my mother earned the respect of the former department store owner. When he retired, he sold the department store to my mother, who rebranded it The Tack Room and became the first mare Tycoon in Equestria. Over time other ponies invested in the tack room. One of those ponies was Miss Filomena Amore Aperture. She was a friend of my mother and a sale mare at the department store like my mother; the next mare to invest in was Miss Lara Borealis, a famous movie star from Applewood. As I walked through The Tack room's double glass doors, the music played throughout the store was very soothing and relaxing, allowing the consumer to spend just a little longer on the sale floor looking at all the merchandise on the racks and shelves. As I passed the check stands, several sale ponies greeted me as they knew I was one of the owner's foals. In the distance standing next to a check stand, talking to some of the sale ponies was angelic looking dark blue unicorn mare with a Venetian red mane and tail. Her 6ft 6in athletic equine figure was encased in a white knee-length Charleston flapper dress. Her muscular unicorn legs were covered in black sheer back seam stockings. On her perfectly shaped and sized palatial dark blue immaculate and symmetrical ten-inch long bare feet were red closed-toed Latin ballroom dancing shoes with eight-inch heels. This unicorn mare was Store Manager Seer Silverlight and my younger sister. "Hey, Seer!" I called as my younger sister heard me and smiled at me before excusing herself. She click-clacked over to me and hugged me. "Hey, Justice…what brought you over to my department store today?" Seer asked as she sniggers at me; she caught me momentarily looking at her stocking-clad feet. Out of my two sisters, Seer knows that she has perfectly shaped and sized palatial dark blue immaculate and symmetrical ten-inch long bare feet and has no qualm about showing them off. She is the store manager at our mother’s flagship store here in Los Ungulas. "Mother sent me to check in at the flagship store for her….If you are not too busy, Seer, would you show me around and tell me any problem you might have here? So I may report it back to Mother.” I said as my younger sister nodded her head and asked me to follow her. As we walked through the store department by department, Seer gave me a laundry list of concerns and inventory shortages that our mother might want to order more of from her suppliers. The second to last stop for the tour was the store lunch counters, where Seer adds on to the long laundry list for our mother to consider for her. “I would say that about it, brother.” Seer said with a playful demeanor as she watches me try to write down everything she said. "Are you sure, Seer? I still have one page left in my notebook that is empty." I said playfully, annoyed with my younger sister. She chuckled into the back of her hand knowing that is quite a laundry list of tasks she placed on the list. "All right, justice, I'll let you get your revenge on your younger sister…I'll be working late tonight in my office at the store…so come by after the store closes. Mother gave you a key to the office area of the store. (I nodded my head) You may tickle torture your younger sister's feet for a while. With or without or both my stockings on my susceptible feet." Seer offered as she hugged and kissed me on my cheek before she was called away to deal with a situation at a check stand. After quickly returning the hug and kiss on my younger sister’s cheek, she ran to the check stand to deal with the situation. As I returned to the department store's main entrance, I passed the mare's shoe department. Sitting on a chair in the department with several shoe boxes around her to try them on was a lovely golden brown unicorn mare with jet black mane and tail. Her athletic 6ft 3in equine figure was in a wine-red vintage Titanic below-the-knee-length party dress. Her sensuous elegant, and pleasing golden brown voluptuous feet were bare as she wore no stockings. This unicorn mare was LUPD chief of police Jamila Nebula the former international police force officer and now the Chief of Police in Los Ungulas as well as my Aunt. "Hey, Auntie!" I called as she looked up before standing up and pip-popped in her sensuous elegant, pleasing golden brown voluptuous bare feet and hugged me. "Hey, Justice…What are you doing at your mother's flagship department store?" Jamila asked as I followed the pip-pops of her bare feet back into the department. As I sat down in the chair next to my aunt, I couldn't help but look at my aunt's naked feet on full display next to me. Sitting on the floor was a pair of sensuous elegant, and pleasing golden brown voluptuous bare feet. She had a sensual smooth curved arch high enough to be inviting. It led into the shapely curved ball of her feet and then to her soft rolled heels. That continues up to her beautiful elegant and refined toes, each toenail was beautifully trimmed and shaped and painted with the same vintage wine red colored toenail polish, the same color as her dress. Her satiny smooth golden brown soles quickly wrinkle when she scrunches her toes down before the creases smooth out once again when she straightens them. My aunt nervously chuckles with her sensuous elegant, and pleasing golden brown voluptuous bare feet on full display before me. "Mother asked me to check in with Seer at her department store. What about you, Auntie?" I asked as I noticed the small box of disposable foot socks sitting on the chair next to my aunt. "I am invited to a city dinner later this week…so I am looking for new pair of shoes to go with my evening gown," Jamila answered as my aunt reached into the box and pulled out disposable nylon foot socks before slipping them on her naked feet to try on a pair of shoes. I don't know how my aunt knew, but she repositioned herself in the chair she was sitting in so her other foot was in my reach. I gently took hold of my auntie's foot and rested her curvaceous ankle in the palm of my hand. Why she used the other foot to try on the shoe, she was looking at. My aunt casually chuckled when she felt the nylon disposable foot sock removed from her foot, revealing her barefoot again. I hesitantly rub my thumb on the bridge of my aunt's foot, feeling how smooth the skin on her foot was that she quickly picked up on. “What is troubling you, Justice?” Jamila asked in her compassionate, caring, and concerned voice as she nodded no before I could reply. "Don't forget, nephew, how sensitive my feet are…I felt the hesitation when you rubbed your thumb on the bridge of my foot." Jamila said, knowing as I couldn't argue with my aunt's conclusion as my auntie is the most ticklish of my immediate family on her feet. "Last week at lunch Serena warned me of Marcello Coerce Money," I comment as Aunt's eyes blink incredulously. Before I knew it, my aunt tore the other nylon disposable foot sock off her other foot before scooping up her purse and shoes. She took hold of my hand and pip-popped in her bare feet over the laminated wood floor of the department store to a quiet and out-of-the-way corner of the store to talk with me in private. Once in that location, she dropped her shoes on the ground and paced nervously back and forth in her sensuous elegant, pleasing golden brown voluptuous bare feet. "How in Equestria! Did my nephew get mix-up with Marcello Coerce Money?" Jamila said hotly as, even angered, the pip-pops of my aunt's voluptuous bare feet were rhythmic pacing back and forth over the laminated wood floor. “Do you know, nephew, just how dangerous that unicorn stallion is!?" Jamila said bluntly, as I could tell by how the pip-pops of my aunt's voluptuous bare feet were slowing down, signaling that she was calming down. "It was not by choice Aunt Jamila…I was hired by a mysterious pegasi mare to find him…." I commented as Jamila reeled with astonishment at my reply. "A mysterious pegasi mare? What mare in their right mind would be looking for a despicable unicorn stallion like Marcello Coerce Money?” Jamila asked as my face became drawn watching my aunt's sensuous elegant, and pleasing golden brown voluptuous bare feet slip slowly back into her shoes. "That I don't know, Auntie…All I know is that the mysterious pegasi mare says she worked for his late father." I comment as my aunt bends down to re-buckle her shoes back on her feet. "His late father?" Jamila said, questioning as the additional height on my aunt's shoes made her slightly taller than me, 6ft 5in. "Well, nephew, all the intelligence we have on Mr. Money…is that he has no family to speak of." Jamila comments as we walked together back to the main entrance of the department store to exit. "That same thing Serena told me, Auntie…plus Serena theorized that the mysterious pegasi mare might work for one of the syndicates," I explained as my aunt Jamila felt uncomfortable when we reached the double-glass door outside. To remedy this, my Aunt Jamila stop bends down and unbuckled her shoes again before removing them from her feet. "Their nephew…Now I am only slightly a bit taller being in my bare feet…but anyway, nephew, why are the syndicates looking for Mr. Money?” Jamila asked as the gentle pip-pops of his aunt's naked feet returned. “The International police force intelligence bureau discovered that the syndicates might have a hit out on Mr. Money…Serena has no idea why they put the hit on him." I explain as my aunt Jamila rubs the lower half of her snout with her hand in a contemplative manner. “So the syndicates put a hit on Mr. Money…Let me work my sources to find out why, nephew." Jamila said as we stood on the sidewalk outside the tack room. "Maybe by later this week, I have the answer for you, nephew. Anyway, we will talk more at your mother’s manor in Grazing Hill for the monthly family gathering…the whole family will be there this month, and that will allow me to speak to your older sister from the international police force to find out what they know about Mr. Money." Jamila explained as we both departed from the tack room. After dropping off my notebook with all of Seer's concerns with my mother at her manor, I drove back to my apartment to meet back up with Fleur De Lis Glitter. She informed me yesterday that for most of the day today, she would be busy with numerous meetings she must attend; she would meet up with me later today at my place to learn what I found out. I started a small pot of water on the stove in the galley-style kitchen of my apartment. I then heard the unmistakable click-clack of heels come down the hall on the meringue glossy ceramic tile approaching my apartment door. Soon I opened the door. Standing in front of my apartment was Fleur De Lis Glitter, attired in a blue v-neck long bias cut sleeveless with flutter sleeves below knee length bowknot flapper dress. Peeking out from below the hemline of the skirt were tan-colored thigh-high stockings. On her eleven-inch long, elegantly looking light gray mare's bare feet with natural beauty were red/white ankle strap Mary Jane oxford pumps with small kitten heels. As I continued to look the unicorn mare over on her head between her ears, behind her horn was Miss Fisher's black wide-brim convertible posh wool hat. On her slender well-manicured hands were pink lace Lady Mary gloves, and to finish off the outfit, a brown leather cross-body shoulder bag hung off her symmetrical shoulder. "You look tired, Fleur," I commented as Fleur gave me a gracious smile as she walked into my apartment, and I closed the door behind her. “Playing the international superstar for all those suits during meetings is an essential skill," Fleur said sarcastically as the click-clacking of her heels was soften by the cityscape gray-colored carpeting of the combination living and dining room of my apartment as I walked her over to the coffee brown sofa. “So I hope your day was more productive than mine," Fleur said, exhausted but hopeful, as she sat down on the sofa and crossed her long shapely unicorn legs, one knee tossed casually over the other relaxed. "Well, yes, Fleur…I got some fascinating information about that Marcello C Money." I said, knowing as I walked into the galley-style kitchen to turn down the fire under the pot before making my way over to Fleur. “Is this information credible, Justice?” Fleur asked skeptically as she floated her hat and purse onto the coat rack in one corner of the room with my removed suit coat. “Very credible, Fleur," I said confidently as I sat down on the coffee table in front of her before uncrossing her long shapely unicorn legs and resting them on my lap. “It seems that Marcello C Money is more than just someone missing, son," I said, insightful as I jiggled her shoes loose from her feet before removing them, resting them on the table behind me, and leaving her in her nylon-clad warm bare feet sitting on my lap. "More than a missing son?" Fleur said, shocked, as I rested her heels in one hand and brought them up to my nostrils, sniffing them. The soles of Fleur's warm nylon-clad bare feet have the slight funky smell of sweat from wearing her heels all day. "It seems that Marcello C Money is a loan shark," I say, knowing as I reach under her skirt, find the welts of her stocking, and slide them down her very smooth legs to her shapely ankles. "A Loan Shark?" Fleur said in disbelief as I slid her nylons off her feet, leaving her naked, awaiting the torment her bare feet would receive. With her nylons now removed, I stuffed the two nylon bundles into the toes boxes of her shoes, revealing her eleven-inch long elegantly looking light gray mare bare feet with natural beauty painted with a stunning mauve pink nail polish that matches the polish on her fingernails. As I let Fleur De Lis Glitter compose herself left, sitting on my lap was a pair of elegantly looking light gray mare bare feet with natural beauty; her five toes were slender and perfect with the right amount of softness and give. Her arches were beautiful, with a very smooth radius that accentuated the overall look of her soft slender, and shapely feet. The balls of her feet and heels were perfectly round. She scrunches her toes down, and the satiny smooth, light gray soles easily wrinkle before smoothing out again. I used my unicorn telekinesis, floated the teapot off the stove, and placed it on the nearby cooling rack next to it. As Fleur processed what I said about Marcello C Money being a loan shark, I retrieved a small wooden apparatus and placed it beside Fleur's naked feet on the coffee table. This small apparatus I called foot stocks, I carefully placed Fleur's shapely ankles into the holes and locked them in the device. As Fleur regains her composure, a gleeful smile forms on her snout, seeing her elegantly looking light gray mare bare feet with natural beauty trapped in the wooden apparatus. During one of our stakeouts for a case she was helping me with, she mentioned casually that she wanted some pony to trap her feet and give them a good long tickle to relieve her stress after one of her meetings. We continued to speak about it during the stakeout, and I told her I had this wooden apparatus that would trap her feet, so I could tickle them. "If Marcello C Money is a load shark…Why would anyone be looking for him?” Fleur asked as I loosely looped a long piece of string around each of her toes stems before tying it to an eyelet on top of the foot stocks to immobilize the toes on her left foot. “That is where it gets interesting, Fleur?" I said as I looped a second long piece of string around each of her toe stems on her right foot and tied it once again to eyelet immobilize those toes. "How so, Justice?" Fleur asked as her feet produced anxious sweat with all of her ten toes immobilized by the string and eyelet. “My confidential source mentions that the syndicates have a hit put on him…My confidential source also has no idea why?" I explain as I taunted her by wiggling my fingers above the perfectly round balls of her feet, causing Fleur to squeal and giggle as she pleaded with justice not to tickle her sweaty feet. "I wonder why they put a hit on him," Fleur commented as I began to tickle in between Fleur's ticklish toes with the magically created feather, causing Fleur to scream with laughter. “I wonder why also, Fleur…So I told a second confidential source about it, and she's looking into it." I explain as Fleur explodes with maniacal laughter as I tickle her sweaty feet with the magically created feather. Poor Fleur was in hysterics in no time; the sensations shot up her long unicorn legs and exploded in her mind. Even with the tickle torture so unbearable on her susceptible, bare feet, Fleur was immensely enjoying the whole experience as all her stress melted away with every ticklish stroke across her satiny smooth, well, care for light gray soles.