Ann had already asked us to refrain from talking when I first came in and exchanged greetings with the other woman. She said she needed to concentrate. She had already had to manually press the network thing in four or five times in the fifteen minutes I was there. I was not sure if she was just her normal no-manners self or if she was upset because I had presumptuously wasted 5 minutes of her needed time the previous afternoon having a sit down about getting more "substantive duties with an important purpose" and "mission critical tasks", since the internship write up posted at school said the job "would involve research and writing tasks." In that meeting, she had told me, "You'll have to talk quickly, while I change my shoes since I am in a rush and need to meet someone." She did not even look up once during my airing of thoughts. Her response to my points was that "the profession requires a team player, and that filing and the few other tasks you have been given consist of work that I did myself before you got here, and that I will continue to do after your internship is over. I do not consider the work beneath me, so you should not consider it beneath you." I had no response at the time since this had blindsided me. She just loved to beat people down.
Once I got settled in on that Thursday, about 10 minutes after arriving, I said in a very apprehensive and cautious tone that I knew it was a bad time but that I had nothing to work on, and needed something to do. She stopped typing, quickly looked up, abruptly rolled back her chair and with exasperation said, "I do have something 'mission critical' today. You can hold my network jack into the port while I finish this thing up. I was supposed to have it done by noon and the judge is leaving at four." The other attorney said, "You can't ask him to do that." Ann replied, "Well yes I can, I am his supervisor, I will be giving him his grade, I will supplying a professional reference to him, and it is something that I have had to do myself all week and don't consider to be beneath me. And besides, this today IS 'mission critical.' You can go get your own intern. I will manage mine the way I see fit."
Realizing that I would have to be under her desk, which had a heavy solid wood structure in front of it, with two low book cases full of books in front of that, I just acquiesced by body language and started for her desk, saying, "I'll help you out. I want to be a team player." As I got there, she motioned down under the desk and said, "It's off to the left toward the back." I laid down on my back under the desk, and on the way, noticed that off to my left (her right) were a pair of those black, flat, pull-on knee high riding boots with the brown collar at the top, as well as one navy blue pump with the Enzo Angiolini logo showing. She must have had them already off for a flexing session when she exploded in response to my question. Since the pump was in the middle and I figured she would need room to roll forward to finish working on the memo, I laid down, and squished my body as far to her left as I could so my stomach was under her file drawers. Since that particular drawer with hanging file folders was open over my hips, I also had the benefit of even more cover, should anything arise.
I pushed the loose jack in and held it there, and she rolled back in. She had to angle her legs about 45 degrees to the side since I was occupying a fair portion of the main opening under the desk. It seemed like it might not be totally comfortable for her. Her right foot, with pump still on wound up just a few inches from my head. The other foot without the shoe was still tucked back, probably with her toes curled under. This was actually pretty sweet. Noone could see me, not even Ann. She then rocked her right foot up on the heel of the shoe and was twisting the heel into the floor, unconsciously rotating the top slowly from side to side and pausing for a 10 seconds or so at each end point. On each swing toward her left, it was going right near my face and pausing there. Being creative, I moved my head over when it went to the far side so there would be no clearance when it eventually came back to her left. To my delight, the sole rubbed right over my nose, and paused on my lips. I was waiting for her to flinch or say "ooh sorry." But nothing. She must have been "concentrating." It was curious though that she did not keep rotating after the sole of her show made contact with my lips and nose. I wondered whether she knew that she had the sole of her shoe against my lips and nose. I snuck my tongue out and pressed in carefully to the sole, stealing a few gentle, careful licks. I paused. No reaction. So I kept going. There was just typing and murmuring of legal mumbo jumbo coming from above. What a thrill, her knowing I was there, sole of shoe on face, not paying any attention to me, typing away, murmuring her words back to herself, and not knowing I had my tongue out licking her shoe and having no idea of the pleasure I was getting out of it. This continued for a while and then, unfortunately, she replanted her foot off to the side of my head again.
A few minutes later, the other attorney said, "How's it going under there?" I said I was "holding up OK, keeping the place afloat." We both started laughing. Ann then shooshed us. We continued talking though, the other attorney telling her to lighten up, and me chiming in, "If you want me to go to the library or the cafe, you will have to hold this thing in yourself." The other attorney and I again began laughing. Just then, to my shock and delight, Ann shooshed again more angrily but this time lifted her foot and firmly stomped the sole of her pump right over my lips, the tip of it pressing up under my nose. This ended my laughing immediately, and rendered me unable to respond to the other woman's question asking if I needed water or anything. Noticing the abrupt cut-off of my laughter and the lack of response to her question, the other attorney asked "What did you do, muzzle him?" Ann replied, "Something like that." I was quickly getting very hard. Thankfully the file drawer was out.
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