It was the afternoon of the following day as I sat in the C & J Detective agency with my temporary assistant Miss Fleur De Le Glitter; we had just finished eating our lunch at a local diner, where I filled her in with what I had learned about Mr. Marcello Coerce Money. Fleur sensed my nervousness and mentioned she had a surprise in her shoes for me; after paying our bill, we returned to the agency for the surprise inside her shoes.
This day Miss Fleur De Le Glitter was attired in a white short-sleeve chiffon tie-neck blouse, black high-waist pleated pants, and black/white Sadie oxford shoes. What she wore on her feet remained hidden in the pant leg of her pleated pants. A moment later, the click-clack of heels on the wooden floor echoed in the office as Fleur approached my desk. Once at my desk, she hops up onto my desk and places her foot on my thigh.
"Go ahead, untie my shoe and remove it…to see what's inside it, Justice," Fleur said sweetly as I untied the laces of her shoe.
I reel with astonishment, hearing the scratching sound of the shoe being removed from her nylon-clad foot, and blink with surprise went I remove the shoe revealing a nude colored stocking clad foot. The lighter-colored nylon showed off elegant looking pale gray mare's peasant-shaped barefoot with the natural beauty of this International unicorn Supermodel/Actress.
I used my unicorn telekinesis to untie her other shoe and remove it from her other nylon-clad foot, leaving her in her nylon-clad bare feet. I rested her perfect round heels in the palm of my hand, lifted them up to my nostrils sniffed the sweet aroma of this stunningly gorgeous, light gray unicorn mare with peasant-shaped bare feet with natural beauty.
"Tee-hee, Justice…Their surprise, these particular nylons are knee-high. So you can quickly remove them from my feet." Fleur said as I quickly rolled up the pant legs revealing welts of her nylons right below her knees. With one quick tug on the toes of the nylons, the fabric slides down her smooth lower legs and off her feet, revealing her peasant-shaped bare feet with natural beauty.
With her peasant-shaped bare feet with natural beauty now revealed, I brought them up to my mouth, running my tongue along satiny smooth, light gray soles that easily wrinkle with each slurp of my tongue across the naked soles causing Fleur to softly sign and unleash titter laughter. The soft sign got more profound and more throaty as I sucked on each of her slender and perfect five toes upon her peasant-shaped bare feet with natural beauty.
Meanwhile, parking her 1929 Ford Model A deluxe roadster in front of the office building with the C & J Detective agency was Police Officer Third Class Zip Storm. This day Miss Storm is dressed more like a young socialite than a rough-and-tumble LUPD motorcycle officer. She attired in a 1926 navy blue/ivory Wilshire flapper day dress. On her head, between her ears, was a veil-red wool church dress cloche hat with plumy felt.
On her nine-and-one-half-inch long magnificent, flawless, and unblemished tapered shaped white bare feet was a pair of beige patent leatherette T-strap pumps with 3.5-inch kitten heels. And protruding from the hole in front of the shoe was her longer big toe, why rest of her toes tapered off, sporting a thin sheen of light blue nail polish on each of her digits.
Miss Storm walks with a staggered gait as she is not used to wearing heeled shoes, and she wonders how her younger sister can walk in heeled shoes, much less dance in them when she performs on stage. As I finished sucking and tongue tickling each of Fleur's slender and perfect five toes on her feet, she was gulping much-needed oxygen into her oxygen-deprived lungs.
Fleur begged me to stop as I tickled the base of her five toes on each of her feet with my fingers. I only stopped when I noticed a shadow approaching my office's door. Quickly Fleur kicked her black/white oxfords Sadie shoes with her nylons under my desk. Went the door was opened by Police Officer Third Class Zip Storm.
"Greeting mare…How may I help you?" I asked, as Fleur was more used to standing in her bare feet behind my desk.
"Greeting stallion and mare…My name is Miss Zephyrina Prism Storm. I am looking to hire a private investigator to find a pony that has hurt a close relative of mine. This pony has put my close relative's career in jeopardy." Zip explains as I gesture with my eyes to Fleur to get the file from the file cabinet, stating that this agency doesn’t get involved in bounty hunting.
As Fleur pip-popped in her bare feet over to the corner file cabinet to get the file, she left wet footprints on the hardwood flooring with her feet covered with my saliva. She pulled open the top drawer and rifled through the drawer till she found the file she was looking for. Before long, the pip-pops of her bare feet return, walking back to my desk.
“This file…Miss Storm states that this agency doesn’t get involved with bounty hunting which results in the death of locate pony." Fleur said in a business-like voice as she placed the file on the desk before Miss Storm and opened the statement.
"So unless you have a different intent, this client meeting is over, Miss Storm," I said firmly as Zip reached into her purse to retrieve something inside it.
"My name is…Huh?" Zip said but stopped went she noticed the two unicorns chewing on their lip. Before Zip could speak, I took hold of the wallet in her hand and flipped it open.
"That quite a bold move, Miss Storm…Flashing a fake police badge to an Ex-police detective…Especially for the LUPD." I said as Zip's eyes narrowed with contempt toward me, saying it was a fake police badge.
‘Huh? Their small park a few miles outside of town? Meet us there to discuss your case Miss Storm…May I suggest coming to that meeting barefooted.' Zip thought as she read a magical message appearing on a notepad in front of her.
"May I have my wallet back, Mr. Silverlight?" Zip asked as she stood up to leave the office.
"I am sorry, Miss Storm…but I don't want you to be tempted to use this fake police badge again. So I'll keep it for now." I said as Zip nodded her head and left the office. The moment Zip left the office, the sense of being secretly watched was lifted, allowing the two unicorns to talk more freely.
"Fleur, did you sense that powerful deep reconnaissance unicorn spell?" I asked as Fleur hopped up on my desk, crossing her long unicorn legs in front of her.
"I did Justice….That was a more powerful deep reconnaissance unicorn spell than any unicorn can generate." Fleur comments, crossing her arms in front of her.
"Are you thinking an Alicorn generates that spell?" I commented as Fleur nodded her head.
“It only pony species with that much magic power…Now the question comes up." Fleur commented, tapping her fingernail against her lower jaw.
"Why is Alicorn watching us? And who is the Alicorn?" I answer as Fleur floats her knee-high nylons and shoes under my desk to put them back on to leave for the park.
"Correct, Justice," Fleur said as she finished putting her knee-high nylon and shoes back on her feet before hopping off my desk as we left the office for the park.
We drove to Gateway Park, the park some miles away from downtown Los Ungulas to wait for the arrival of Miss Zephyrina Prism Storm. We discussed what Alicorn would be spying on us during the wait and why. Even discussing that subject, we couldn't figure out why any Alicorn would be spying on us. With no definitive answer to that question, we started to discuss Miss Storm.
"Who is Miss Zephyrina Prism Storm?" Fleur asked as I rubbed my lower jaw with my hand.
"Miss Zephyrina Prism Storm….is Police Officer Third Class Zip Storm. She is LUPD motorcycle officer in Los Ungulas Police Department in the elite Metropolita Division in Downtown Los Ungulas Mine and Cadence old Division." I answered as Fleur blinked with surprise.
“She works for LUPD! Why does she need a private investigator?” Fleur inquired as I nodded my head.
“I think I might know who that close relative of hers is in trouble," I said, unsure as Fleur's eyebrows shot up in surprise at my answer.
“Who?” Fleur inquiry
(A few weeks earlier, City of Grazing Hill)
As I was leaving my mother's Spanish revival manor in the City of Grazing Hill located in the county of Los Ungulas, after dropping off the notebook for my younger sister, I heard the rapid click-clacking of heels on the natural select red oak smooth solid hardwood floor of foyer coming up behind me. I turned around, and coming up behind me was my Personal Maid, Diane Sheer; she looked like she wanted to talk to me about something.
"What is up, Diane?" I said as I looked my Personal Maid over from head to foot.
On this day, my personal maid was in her maid's uniform, which consisted of classic black linen above-the-knee-length shirt dress with a white vintage ruffle apron around her waist. What surprised me was that my personal maid wore a pair of ankle-high nude-colored nylon socks with beautiful French lace detail, black swing dance shoes, and kitten heels. On top of her head, between her ears, was a white ruffle maid's headband.
"If you are not in a hurry, master, I have something unusual to tell you about…I don't know if it going to help you with something." Diane said hesitantly as I continued looking at those peasant-shaped light blue, naturally beautiful slender, and elegant mare bare feet with cardinal red toenail polish in ankle-high nude-colored nylon socks.
"Any information is good information until it becomes useful, Diane. Beside those ankles, high nude-colored nylons sock are screaming at me to remove them." I said as Diane's misty blue eyes shone with pleasure, hoping her master would remove her nylon socks.
With that, we walked deeper into my mother's estate's classic English countryside garden. Until we reach a cast stone pergola with fluted columns distant from the main house. I magically create one large pillow for my personal maid to kneel down on as she unfurls her light blue feathered bird wings from her back to get them out of the way.
Diane scooched back till her back was pressed against the fluted column, so I tied her arms behind her back with magical rope. I then created two magical clamps, locking my maid's long pegasi legs. I moved down to her ten inches long peasant-shaped light blue, naturally beautiful slender, elegant mare bare feet with cardinal red toenail polish.
I unbuckled her black swing dance shoes with kitten heels setting them to the side, leaving me staring at her supple, smooth, light blue soles through the sheer fabric of her nylon socks. I wasted no time and slipped the nylon socks off her feet, stuffing them into the toe boxes of her shoes.
I could smell the sweet aroma of my personal maid's light blue feet waft into my nostrils as I was lying on my belly above her naked feet. I wrapped my tongue around the first, second, and third toes of her foot because they were the same length which caused Diane to suddenly gasp, unable to see what I was doing to her helpless foot.
I teased and sucked on Diane's first, second, and third toes for some time; during that time, she sighed with contentment; it felt so excellent for her master to be sucking on her toes. Diane suddenly yelped went I unexpectedly moved to her last two toes that tapered off her foot. I isolated Diane's pinky toe with my tongue. I manipulated that digit with my tongue as Diane fought to control her laughter from her sensitive pinky toe being teased.
I traced the contours of my personal maid's light blue foot with the end of my tongue revealing each crease and fold of the smooth skin on the underside of her ten inches long peasant-shaped light blue, naturally beautiful slender, and elegant mare barefoot with cardinal red toenail polish.
I released the clamp held the legs of my personal maid and gently bent her leg up. I pressed her supple curved heel against the palm of my hand, and on the other hand, I pressed down her long dazzling shapely lovable toes with a slight plush to them, with the smooth, light blue skin on the underside of foot taut. I could feel her toes try to curl and splay in my hand as I sucked on her curved, shapely, and refined arch.
"By all the sun's mercies! I beg you, master, please stop sucking on my arch? I can't take any more stimulation!" Diane's voice edged with tension as her marehood was overstimulated, with her master concentrating solely on that foot the whole time.
"Huh! I am sorry, Diane." I said, ashamed as I freed my personal maid from her predicament as she drew her long pegasi legs onto the large pillow she was kneeling on after being free.
I watch in amazement as my personal maid, with just a few deep cleansing breaths, took control of her overstimulated marehood, calming her sleeky muscular equine figure back to normal. She reached out, running her slender well-manicured hand along the lower half of my snout went she noticed my face was etched in desperation.
"Don't be ashamed, master; I know you didn't mean to push your personal maid to her sexual limits…It was your heavy stress that caused you to push me to my limits. I know the good care for soft bare feet of a mare relieve your stress. That's why you like mare's feet so much…you tickle them and worship them as it is one part of mare's body that wouldn't embarrass them." Diane said, caring and forgiving as I floated her shoes from behind to in front of her.
"Thank you, Diane," I said as I hugged my personal maid, and she returned my hug.
“Now Diane, what did you want to tell me?" I asked as Diane allowed me to pull one of her legs straight and rest it on my thigh as a feather caressed smooth, light blue skin on the underside of her foot, causing her long dazzling shapely lovable toes with slight plush to them to curl and splay habitually.
"The other day, while visiting a friend at the hospital, I overheard two nurses talking about a LUPD police officer visiting a patient," Diane explains as I lift her foot up and rub it against my cheek, feeling the smooth and soft skin against my cheek.
"That's not too unusual, Diane," I commented, bringing her foot close to my mouth and kissing that foot, holding much back so as not to cause the same thing to happen.
"Yes, I know that master….but what was unusual was that the patient was a Miss Pipp Petals…she was a famous Singer/dancer from the Manhattan theater scene, but beyond that, she was virtually unknown in the entertainment industry here. Plus, that officer mentions someone named Marcello Coerce Money." Diane said as my face glazed with shock at what my personal maid said.