Monica is a Personal Assistant to the managing director of a small company. Her boss is not married and has always been an admirer. She does have a young rival, Gina, but Monica always manages to keep her boss attention by dressing very sexily for the office in short skirts and high heels. As Monica gets ready to go to work she has an important decision to make about what to wear. Tonight is the company s Christmas party and she ll be going straight from work to the party with her boss. She has some new black leather peep toe high heels and she wonders whether to wear them. The decision in the end is easy. They are quite tight but she knows her boss will love to see her wearing them and she thinks her feet won t ache too much, especially if she has an easy day in the office and doesn t dance too much at the party. She decides that she will take a spare pair of stockings with her, choosing tan for during the day in the office and black to change into for the party.
When she arrives at the office she spots her young rival Gina who is looking enviously at Monica s new shoes. The look boosts Monica s confidence and she walks from her car to the office feeling very sexy. Once in the office her boss greets her and immediately comments on her shoes. Thank you, they re new and I thought they d be perfect for the party tonight. She says. She sits down at her desk and hopes for an easy day. Unfortunately, she doesn t get one. She s kept extremely busy copying and filing; collecting and sorting the post and back and forth between the offices. At the end of the working day her feet are aching.Her boss tells her he ll drive them to the party and arrange for a taxi to take her home at the end. She readily agrees to this and is pleased sheâ€™ll be her bossâ€™s partner for the evening. â€œWeâ€™ll set off in half an hour, he tells her. Okay, thats fine. I ll just go and change my stockings and do my make-up. She says. Then she makes her way to the rest room, closes the door and immediately eases off her high heels. She massages her feet which, despite her hard day are not hurting too much. If she can spend most of the evening off her feet, sitting down, she should be able to last she thinks. She changes her stockings, putting on the black pair and does her make-up. Then she eases her feet back into her new high heels. She goes back to the office and tells her boss she ready. You e looking gorgeous. He tells her. Thank you! she responds. They walk out of the office, down the stairs and then out of the building and across the car park towards his car. Half way across the car park disaster strikes. The car park has some snow and ice and a sharp piece goes into Monica s high heel. She yells in agony as the piece of grit cuts into the sole of her foot as she takes a step, immediately hobbling to a halt. What s wrong? her boss asks in surprise. I ve got a piece of ice in my high heel and it feels like its cutting my foot to shreds! she moans. He gives her a hand and they hobble to the car where he opens the door for her and she sits down. Carefully he removes her high heel, tips out the offending grit and then examines the sole of her foot. Well your stocking isn t laddered. He tells her. Pushing gently on the bottom of her foot he asks where it hurts. As he finds the spot, right in the middle of her foot she cries out in pain again. I m sorry, but I think youâ€™ll be okay. I don t think its cut your foot he says.Carefully he removes her high heel, tips out the offendingpiece of ice and then examines the sole of her foot. â€œWell your stocking isn t laddered. He tells her. Pushing gently on the bottom of her foot he asks where it hurts. As he finds the spot, right in the middle of her foot she cries out in pain again. I m sorry, but I think you ll be okay. I don t think its cut your foot. He says. She swivels around in the car seat putting her feet in but deciding to leave one high heel off. He shuts her door and then gets into the drivers seat and they set off. The party is taking place at her boss s house. When they arrive her boss asks if she s okay. I think it ll be alright, it just hurts a little. She says, carefully easing her foot back into her high heel. Thatâ€™s good. Her boss says, I ve got a disco organised and I was hoping to dance the night away with a pretty girl. He adds, smiling at her. Most of the office staff are already there. Caterers are distributing drink and food and in the main room the disco is already playing, with lots of the staff, including Gina, dancing. With her rival there she knows she must do her best to dance with her boss. I should be fine. â€™m sure it will get easier as time goes by. Maybe the exercise of dancing will help? she says, smiling outwardly but concerned how she s going to get through the evening. She disappears into the main room and onto the dance floor with her boss. Half an hour later, having made an excuse, she comes out into the kitchen. Her feet are killing her. New tight high heels; a tough day at work; hurting her foot ; and now dancing for half an hour have taken a heavy toll. She s barely able to stand and quickly finds a seat, sits down and takes her high heels off. Moaning she tries to give her feet some much needed relieve by massaging them. Maybe I shouldn t have worn new shoes today, but they do look so good and my boss loves them. She says to herself. That damn Gina knows Iâ€™m struggling though. I m sure she ll be dancing with the boss if I don t get back in there soon. With that thought, she squeezes her feet back into her high heels and disappears back into the disco, searching out her boss. Fifteen minutes later, she reappears, one high heel off and in her hand, hobbling and with her boss close behind. Monica are you okay? he asks with real concern. No, I m not. She replies, close to tears. My foot hurts like hell! she adds. On the dance floor, one of the guys from the office had got too close to her and had trodden on her foot. I think I might have a broken bone, its really killing me! she complained. Despite her discomfort, she was still standing and balancing wearing one high heel. We need to get you off your feet and take a look at your injured foot. Her boss said with concern. Can you manage to walk up stairs? he asked. I think so. She replied weakly. Despite her injury, she still wanted to keep her bossâ€™s attention. The dancer who had trodden, so clumsily, on her foot had been dancing with Gina and she was not sure it had been an accident. So, with one red sole high heel in hand and one on her foot, she slowly climbed the stairs, followed by her boss. He guided her along the corridor to one of the other rooms. He got her to lay down on the couch. She still refused to remove her other high heel. Although her feet were killing her, she could also see the effect she was having on her boss wearing her new heels. He knelt down at the side of the couch and gently started examining her injured foot. As he did so, she allowed her other foot, in its high heel, to rub against his leg and thigh. I don t think you ve got any broken bones but it s probably badly bruised. He said. Well that s my evening ruined. I suppose you ll go back down stairs and dance with Gina? I know sheâ€™s hoping you will. Monica said dejectedly. I don t think so. I think I ll be staying up here and taking care of my gorgeous P.A, he replied as she continued to turn him on rubbing her high heeled foot against his thigh. Mmm, that s nice, thank you. she said.
German spoken. English subtitled
Claudia is a Sales Rep. for an office supplies company. In her job she has to work hard to persuade customers to buy her firm s products. Most of her customers are small offices and she usually has to deal with male bosses. She has found that it helps if she dresses sexily. Her boss has told her she must make a certain number of sales this month otherwise she may loose her job. Today is the last day of the month and she is wearing a tight, short business skirt, stockings and designer high heels. It s been a long tough day for her and she still has several calls to make and hasn t yet reached the sales target her boss set for her. To add to her worries, the weather is cold and wet and her old car has not been running properly. She drives into the car park of another client and parks. As she opens the car door and swivels around to get out she moans to herself about her tough day and how much her feet are aching. She massages each leg in turn, easing her high heels off one at a time to give her tired feet a little relief. Getting out of the car she gets two heavy cases of samples from the back and then struggles to walk, carrying them, to the entrance of the office. She rings the bell and is let in but has to carry the heavy sample cases upstairs on her own. She reaches the manager s room and does her best to compose herself and look as sexy as possible to create a good impression. She introduces herself and the company owner invites her to show him her range of products. She opens the two cases and shows him the various products she s trying to sell. She gets the distinct impression though that he s more interested in her than the goods she s trying to sell him! When she has shown him everything he asks her to wait in his office whilst he sorts something out, telling her he ll be back in a few minutes. Once he has left the office, Claudia takes the opportunity to ease her feet out of her high heels again. She has had to stand all the time whilst showing her sales samples and her feet are killing her. Again she moans to herself about how sore her feet are. After a few minutes she hears the manager coming back and quickly gets back into her high heels Ã¢â‚¬â€œ moaning as she does so. He promises her a decision on an order within a few days but won t commit to buy today. She is disappointed as she needs sales to meet her targets. He suggests that he has a friend who might be interested in placing an order today but she will need to visit him right away. He describes to her where his friend is located, adding that his office is some way from the nearest car park. Oh no! Claudia says to herself, that s all I need! To have to walk a long way carrying my heavy sample cases with my feet already killing me! I need to make the sale though so IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll have to do it. She makes her way back to her car, putting the sample cases in the back and gets in. The car will not start for her. Getting more anxious with every attempt, Claudia desperately cranks the car. Come on, come on! she pleads,I need to get to this customer and make a sale and I can t walk there! Finally, after several attempts the car springs to life. Oh thank you, thank you. Claudia says to the car. She follows the instructions she has been given to get to the potential new customer and parks the car. As she had been warned, it is a very long way from the car park to the offices. Not only that, but the path is very uneven and rough. After giving her legs and feet a brief massage in the car, she gets out, gets her cases out the back and sets off towards the offices. The weather is cold and the pathway very wet and slippery. Claudia has to walk very carefully to avoid slipping over or twisting her ankle stepping into one of the pot holes in the pathway. All the time she is complaining about her sore feet. She stops a little way down the pathway and eases one foot out of its high heel. Oh my poor feet have had it in these high heels. She moans. Look at my toes, they are so red! After a few moments she carefully slips her foot back into her shoe.Finally, she nears the office building, tired and with aching legs and feet from the walk along the rough pathway. She composes herself as best she can and rings the bell. The door is answered by the owner of the previous office she visited. You! she exclaims. What is going on? He looks very embarrassed. I m sorry. I wanted the chance to see you on your own and that wasn t possible at the other office. He replies. How did you get here before me? she asks. Oh, I took a short cut. He replies. Well you could have told me! I ve just about had it having to walk up that rough pathway in my tight high heels and carrying these sample bags. My feet are killing me! She says angrily. Come in and let me help you dry out and rest. He replies meekly. Realising that he is attracted to her she agrees. OK but first I want that sales order signing and then you can massage my tired feet for me. She orders. He agrees and the two go inside the office. While he is reading and signing the sales contract she tries to hide her aching feet under the table - slipping in and out the shoes to give her feet a little relief. When he notices this he offers again a foot massage which she enjoys very much.
Watch the secretary a whole day long. While she works she is playing with her shoes. Some dangling, much dipping and toepointing and bending and feet rubbing. Nice close ups right infront of the camera
Monica is a Personal Assistant to a company executive.
In her role she not only has to do secretarial duties for her boss but she is also expected to assist him with some of this home and social activities.
Monica is aware that her boss fancies her and has used this to her own advantage to get some benefits. Recently though the company has taken on a new young and attractive secretary and her bosses interest has strayed. Aware that her position might be under threat, Monica has made a deliberate effort to keep her bosses eyes on her. Her skirts have become tighter and shorter and her heels higher. This seems to be having the desired effect but has also put Monica under pressure.
One morning she selects her outfit carefully to have her bosses attention firmly fixed on her. A short tight skirt, stockings and a pair of very high designer stilettos. She sets off for work in her old car in a good mood – she will definitely have her boss eying her. Disaster strikes though when her car breaks down 2 kilometres from her office. She doesn’t have any other shoes with her and must walk the distance into the office. She still thinks it will be okay though as she has some low mules at work that she’ll be able to change into to give her feet a rest. Her boss will not be so attracted by her as he would if she wore her heels but then her young rival won’t be in so at least he will not be distracted by her.
She gets to the office and her feet are killing her. She has a bunion on her right foot and it is very red and sore from the long walk in her high heels. Moaning at every step she has to take she eases off her high heels, gives her feet a brief massage, and slips into the low mules. Her boss asks her if there is a problem and she explains the car breakdown and walk. She says she’ll be okay in a while and will put her heels back on later. She thinks she’ll be able to rest her feet for an hour or so but this idea is ruined when her young rival arrives in the office just a few minutes later. “Damn!” she thinks, she wasn’t supposed to be in today. Monica will have to put her high heels back on and suffer otherwise her rival will grab her bosses attention. He then sets her a number of tasks which give her no opportunity to rest her aching, sore feet.
At lunchtime her boss asks her to do some shopping for him and take it back to his home. “I would but I don’t have a car.” Monica says – hoping to have avoided having to walk around the shops. “That’s okay, you can borrow mine”, he says, giving her the keys. Reluctantly Monica sets off to do his shopping and then drives to his home to put it all away for him.
I’ll take a rest when I get to his home she thinks. She puts all the shopping away and has just flopped down on the sofa and eased her high heels off when she hears keys in the door. Quickly she forces her tired feet back into her high heels. It is her boss. “Hello, I’ve just come to sort out some papers I need back in the office.” He tells her.
“How did you get here?” she asks.
“Oh that new young secretary gave me a lift.” He replies.
Oh no! I really need to look my best but my legs are tired, my feet are killing me and my bunion is giving me hell! – Monica thinks.
“Lets have a cup of coffee before we go back to the office.” He says.
“Okay, I’ll get it while you find your papers.” Monica replies.
“Shouldn’t you invite the young secretary in?” Monica asks from the kitchen. Her back is turned to the living room and she’s easing her tired feet out of her heels to try to give them a little rest.
She doesn’t realise her boss is watching her.
“I sent her back to the office. I thought we could both go back in my car.” He said.
“But by the look of it I need to give you a foot massage first.” He adds.
Monica turns around flustered, trying to get her shoes back on.
“Come on.” Her boss says, “Sit down on the sofa and let me try to ease your sore feet for you.”
She does as he says and he slips her shoes off and begins to massage her legs and feet for her.
“Thank you. That feels good. It’s been a tough day.” She says.
He smiles. “It’s the least I can do when you always look so sexy in the office.”
She’s won the battle with her young rival she decides.
Ursula thinks that she will have an easy day since her only assignment is to cover a luncheon with the Elegant Ladies Society .She chooses a gorgeous pair of very high-heeled stiletto pumps that are new and VERY tight. These shoes were "had to have" shoes, but the store only had them in size 7s and Ursula is a size 8. Ursula decided that these shoes would be mainly "sit down" shoes, not ones where she would have to do a lot of walkin g or standing, but she had to have them. She felt that this assignment would be a great way to begin breaking in these shoes. Ursula and her cameraman, Wolf, were to cover the luncheon and then return to the studio to file the report, then she would be done with her day. She'd be home by 2 PM. She anticipated being out of her shoes less than 5 hours after putting them on in the morning. That would be a good first day for these wonderful shoes. Yes, her feet would be tired and tender--they always were after the first day in a new pair of shoes--but it shouldn't be too bad. Ursula emerges from her car at the studio about ten minutes before 10 Ursula gets her equipment and she laments about how her feet are starting to scream at her. Ursula and Wolf walk to the van that the studio provides. She says to thecameraman, "These shoes are tormenting me already. My toes are on fire." They get into the van and Ursula can't resist the chance to take a little relief. She slides off the right shoe that is also bothering her bunion. "Ouch!" said Ursula as her shoe slid off. She delightedly wiggled her toes for a few seconds before using her toes to push off the other shoe. "Ugggh" groaned Ursula, happy to give her feet a rest on the way to the luncheon... Wolf drives to the plaza. A guard stops them short of their destination. He informs them that no vehicles will be permitted past this point for security purposes. They will have to park elsewhere, and Wolf can't drop Ursula off close to the plaza. In fact, they can't find a place closer than about 2 KM. Ursula's spirits fall as she wrenches her feet back inside her shoes. "It's like trying to put a melon inside a sock" she thinks as she tries to put her feet back inside her shoes. My feet are just killing me. My bunion hurts, and my toes are on fire. The balls of my feet feel like someone's hitting them with a stick. I don't think I can stand it! Ursula groans as they make their way the 2 KM to take their place in the plaza.Ursula must take relief a lot from her tight shoes; moaning and groaning as she gets the cooling blast of air during the relief. But, the relief sessions are all too brief because she doesn't want her feet to swell too much with each break. But, she does allow herself to stand with her foot planted flat on the pavement to try to squeeze a little of the suffering from her tired feet. A few times, she just has to take off both shoes at the same time!! because she just can't stand it any more. At last, the President makes his appearance and Wolf gets the camera rolling. Ursula continues to groan about her suffering. After the President is finsished with his talk, Ursula gives her report as Wolf films. After all she says "That's a wrap" she moans heavily to Wolf "And not a moment too soon. My feet are killiing me worse than I ever remember. And, we still have to go back to the studio and file our report. Ohhh, my poor feet. I could just cry!" They make their way the 2 KM back to the van, and Ursula can hardly bear the walk--hobbling all the way. She moans and groans and complains all the way. Once reaching the van, she loses her composure and kicks off her shoes a couple of steps short of the van, exclaiming, "Oh, god. Relief, relief!" She gathers her shoes and gets into the van....
It's a sunny morning and I take a walk through the harbor of this little town. I enjoy the sun on my bare legs and the good feeling to wear new elegant designer high heels. Parts of the way I have to go uphill and you can see my calves' muscles flexing. Then I sit down for some dangling and a massage of my sore feet. Later in the cafe I hope that nobody is watching me and so I slip out of my new high heels to give my aching feet e relief.
Today Mrs. Schmitz is starting her new job. When she has dressed up in the morning she has handpicked the shoes. During the job interview she received the impression that her new boss appreciates high heels. So she has decided for her new 5'' black high heels with the red sole. As these shoes are new and very tight she is not sure whether she will stand it the whole day long - on the other hand she wants to impress her new boss. And she is right. He is faszinated by her shoes and can't believe that she is able to work for hours in these tight high heels. 'Yes the shoes are new and very tight but for me it is no problem!' she tells him. Who will be right after all?... Later Mrs. Schmitz has to copy some papers... Her boss follows her and watches her backdoor. He can see that she has problems with her aching feet. She slightly slips out off her shoes - not sure whether her boss is watching her.... The boss tells Mrs. Schmitz all the things she has to do this morning: You see her walking upstairs, downstairs, working on the desk ... All in these tight new high heels. Poor feet! ... The later the day the sorer Mrs Schmitz's feet become. So she goes to the bathroom to take off the shoes and give her feet some relief. Listen to her moaning (German)
Such a nice Sunday afternoon - best weather for car washing and vacuuming! She is dressed up in a black business skirt with white blouse and black Italian designer boots.
East-Berlin 1981 - she is working at East German railways (Deutsche Reichsbahn) and driving a Trabant 601S from 1974. But today it doesn't want to come to life. It takes her several tries until it runs. But unfortunately only one cylinder works. So she decides to warm up the engine and pump the accelerator to the ground!
Authentic uniform, Trabant, East Berlin license plate, GDR country symbol.
Special: At the end of the clip the Trabant owner shows what his car is made of!....
features: cranking, revving, driving
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