Xia Ling closed her eyes, tears finally sliding down her cheeks, as if all her strength had been drained away.
She bit her red lips, slowly bending her proud waist, the hem of her suit jacket trembling slightly. Her slender fingers gripped the damp wall beside her, her knuckles white from the force.
Mom lifted her right foot slightly, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally slowly kicked off her high heel. The beige patent leather heel landed on the ground with a crisp sound, echoing in the empty underground parking lot, as if announcing something.
When her stocking-clad right foot first touched the cold ground, Mom couldn't help but gasp softly. The chill of the ground seeped directly into her skin through the thin stockings, causing her to involuntarily curl her toes. She could only support her body with this foot, trembling as she kicked off her left high heel.
When both feet finally touched the ground, Mom felt as if she were in an ice cellar. The rough cement floor rubbed against her stockings, every tiny grain clearly felt. She tried to shift her silk-stockinged feet, searching for a more comfortable spot, but the floor was uneven concrete, not the soft carpet of an office.
Two expensive high heels lay forlornly on the dirty ground, their surfaces still gleaming softly in the dim light, as if reminding their former owner of elegance and nobility.
Meanwhile, Mom stood barefoot, clad only in flesh-colored stockings, carefully treading the cold, damp concrete. The stockings rubbed against the rough surface with a soft rustling sound.
Her toes curled tightly from the cold and fear, trying to escape the chill, but in vain. A few of her rounded toes wriggled restlessly beneath the stockings, which clung to her insteps, outlining perfect curves. Her fair soles were already intimately pressed against the concrete, like a beautiful piece of jade carelessly tossed to the ground.
Those beautiful feet, usually so graceful in high heels as they moved freely in the office, were now forced to endure this humiliation, naked and exposed. Mom's toes nervously rubbed against the floor; the feel of the stockings against the concrete made her tremble, but she had to endure the discomfort, letting the icy cold seep into her silk-stockinged feet.
"Wow," the fat man exclaimed excitedly, his breathing quickening, "Your sister-in-law's feet are so beautiful, if only I could lick them..."
"Get lost, fat man," Cobra laughed, "You think you, a fatso, can lick your sister-in-law's stockinged feet?"
At this moment, Mom's beautiful feet were clad only in flesh-colored stockings, her toes curled tightly from the cold and fear, but even on this surface, her stockinged feet still exuded an elegant charm.
"Brother Xiong, look at your wife's feet," the fat man rubbed his hands together. "So white and tender, just like when she walks on the office carpet."
"Shut up, you talk too much," Cobra shoved the fat man. "But your wife's legs are really something else. Those stockings are really good quality, they don't show dirt at all."
"Take a few steps," Wang Xiong commanded. "Let me see how the CEO's stocking-clad legs walk. Oh, and pull up your trousers a little, show your ankles."
Mom turned her head and glanced at him: "Here..."
"Hurry up!" Wang Xiong's tone left no room for argument.
Mom bit her lip and slowly bent down to pull up her trousers.
Her fingers trembled, revealing a slender ankle encased in stockings. Then, she took a trembling step, her stocking-clad foot gently touching the ground.
I hid behind a concrete pillar in the parking lot, watching this scene, my heart aching.
"Sister-in-law walks so beautifully," the fat man started egging her on again. "That posture, that aura, like a model."
"You don't know anything," Cobra laughed. "That's called aura, the aura of a CEO, it's just different."
"Aunt Xia," Wang Xiong suddenly spoke, bending down to pick up a beige high heel from the ground, toying with it in his hand. "These shoes aren't cheap, are they?"
Hearing the voice, Mom turned around, her silk-stockinged legs trembling slightly beneath her trousers.
She looked at her high heel in Wang Xiong's hand, a flicker of unease in her eyes: "That's…"
"Go!"
Before she could finish speaking, Wang Xiong suddenly swung his hand, forcefully throwing the high heel deep into the parking lot. The shoe traced an arc in the air before landing a few meters away with a crisp sound.
*Tap—tap—thump—*
"Go, pick up the shoes." Wang Xiong said with a smile, his gaze brazenly sweeping over Xia Ling. "Let me see what it's like for President Xia to walk barefoot in her stockings."
"Brother Xiong is really something," the fat man chuckled, rubbing his hands together. "Now we can really admire your beautiful legs."
Xia Ling stood there, her stocking-clad feet trembling slightly on the cold cement.
Cobra and the fat man let out a lewd laugh.
"Hurry up, sister-in-law," the fat man egged her on.
Xia Ling gave Wang Xiong a deep look, biting her lip, and finally took her first step.
The stockings clung tightly to the insteps of her feet, her toes lightly touching the ground. She walked with extreme caution, each step feeling like walking on a knife's edge, carrying with it endless humiliation. Her toes twitched uneasily inside the thin stockings, as if only in this way could she give herself a little sense of security.
Xia Ling's back was so thin, her body trembling slightly beneath her suit, while Wang Xiong and his two henchmen stood there, enjoying the scene with smug smiles.
"Oh, right," Wang Xiong added, "make sure your movements are elegant, show some CEO-like presence."
As he spoke, his hand reached for the remaining high heel on the floor…