Greta by GG I am only five feet tall, and weigh exactly 100lb, so you can imagine that trying to find a suitable secretary has an added dimension for me. My one man accountancy firm was doing quite well and I needed help with the admin, so I had phoned this agency and they lined up six candidates. It's not really possible to specify maximum height without a certain amount of embarrassment so I set aside a Friday, asked to see them all, and hoped for the best. I was out of luck. The only girl under 5'6" had the worst body odour I had ever encountered, and after a brief interview, I slumped in my chair and stared out of the wide open window of my small rented office. The phone rang and it was a woman from the agency, after her commission and being efficient. I made various comments about the suitability of the girls and said I would think about it. She was pushy and said that she had another candidate who could come over straight away. I agreed to see her even though it was five and I normally went home early on Fridays. At about half past I heard the characteristic sound of a woman's heels coming up the corridor. It was a little hobby of mine, trying to guess who was walking past just from the sound, and I was getting good at it. There was Bert, the lawyer next door; 200lb overweight, rubber heels - a kind of thud, thud. His partner, Miss Jones, skinny, slingbacks usually - clack, clack, clack. Trainers - that would be Frank at the end of the hall. Crunch, crunch - Jim, the IT guy with his size 12 feet in expensive brogues. I had heard all of the visitors coming today, and tried - Sherlock Holmes fashion - to describe them before they reached the door of the office; not as far fetched as it may seem, my dear Watson. Sex - fairly easy - men and women walk in a completely different way, as any female impersonator will tell you. Height and weight - length of pace and loudness, making allowance for type of footwear, of course. Character - do they stride, amble or shuffle ? Age, fitness - same kind of thing. Anyway those are the basics; it's not an exact science but I get a pretty good hit rate. The corridor is fairly long and I listened closely; tock, tock, tock.... Definitely a woman - steel tipped heels - very loud! She was no nymph, and....my heart sank; long stride. Young, fit, very confident, and knowing my luck today probably about six feet tall. Tock, tock, tollock, tollock......... she had stopped outside the door and I heard a rasp of her heel on the wooden floor. Grrrrrk - boots rather than shoes, which would have made a higher pitched scraping sound. She knocked and came straight in. I was prepared for her size - over six foot even without the 3" heeled boots - but what I could not deduce from my hobby was that she was the most stunningly attractive woman I had ever seen. I was knocked breathless at the sight of her ! She had jet black hair and vivid green eyes; goddess as opposed to angel - about 25, dressed in a dark grey pinstripe skirt and jacket. I was struck by how wide shouldered she was, and how slim in the waist and narrow in the hips. She was so feminine but athletic and powerful looking. The heeled knee high boots were highly polished black leather and made her look even more awesome. 'Good afternoon, I'm Greta.' She announced loudly in a mature commanding voice. Her accent was Scandinavian I thought, or possibly German. She was holding out her leather gloved hand and I was forced to stand up and walk around the desk to her; something I wanted to avoid because she would tower over me. 'Oh, you are tiny!' She said as we shook hands, not bothering to conceal her amusement at my proportions. I was annoyed at this, and didn't conceal it either. I did not say anything, but when I tried to pull my hand away, she held onto it, smiling at me as if she was enjoying some cruel joke. Her hand was larger than mine and I felt the strength in her fingers as the black leather glove gripped harder; it was beginning to hurt. Still, she smiled at me like she was really enjoying something. 'You have a good handshake.' I said with bravado, and tried to free myself again, but to no avail. She tightened her grip still more and the pain became intense. 'OK take a seat.' I snapped, desperate. 'Where I come from, a gentleman would kiss my hand.' She said. I had no choice. If that's what she wanted then.... I went to pull her hand up to my lips but she held it rock steady. 'No, on your knees, little man!' She laughed. I could not believe this was happening and tried to escape once more, this time jerking and twisting my hand. She responded by laughing again and closing her steel-like fingers so that the pain was unbearable. I sank to my knees and kissed the black leather of her glove frantically. My hand was released but she immediately pinched my left ear between her thumb and forefinger, pulled my head to the side so that I overbalanced, and left me sprawled on the floor. Then she stepped over me and sat herself down in my chair, putting her feet up on the desk. 'So you are the jerk who rejected all my girls today.' She said menacingly. I got to my feet rubbing my bruised hand, and it dawned on me that the since the agency was called "GretaPeople", this was the boss. 'You've kept two of my staff busy for days and I want to know what you are playing at. If this is the way you try and get a date, I'll break your arms.' She was twiddling one of my pencils as she said this, and snapped it effortlessly in her fingers to make the point. I was a little frightened by this stage and decided that honesty was the best policy. 'No please.' I blurted out. 'It's not like that. I was just hoping for a um.. a small lady.. um you know not too tall.' She glared at me for a second and then threw her head back and sighed. 'So that's it! Why the hell didn't you say ?' She asked crossly, but didn't wait for an answer. 'Tiny little toys like you should learn their place and not try and be big men. Now come and kiss my boot. I am going to play with you.' She lifted her right leg up almost vertically and pointed her toe at the ceiling. Then she made a sort of circular motion with her foot and the leather of the boot creaked. I thought of running out of the door but it was as if she had me in some sort of invisible forcefield. I found myself moving towards her outstretched boot and taking her large foot in my hands. Somehow it was impossible to stop myself. The leather sole was inches in front of my face and I started kissing it. A few seconds later I was licking it frantically, then the same with the heel. This went on for about five minutes, and she changed feet half way through. It was like a sort of frenzy and I would have gone on like that until my tongue was raw, but she suddenly pulled her foot back and kicked me in the chest. I went flying and ended up on my back. 'OK.' She said, getting up and walking to the door. 'I think I know what your requirements are now. I'll send another girl over first thing on Monday.' The End