Dance your shoes off – part 2

Author – Jman

Angela and Shelly came home from the dance. As one enters their apartment there are shelves filled with guys’ shoes. They took Gerald, Charles and Roberts shoes out of their bag and put them on the shelf to add to their collection and then took pictures of the shoes post on line in order to sell the shoes.

As they were placing the shoes on the shelf Shelly said, “When are these guys going to learn not to leave their shoes on the floor where everyone could trip over them?” Angela said, “Yes, we have to get those shoes off the floor to keep people safe.”

The next evening Shelly was standing outside of a bar shoeless. James came walking buy and Shelly stopped him. She said, “I need to talk to someone inside the bar but I can’t go in because they won;’t let me in without shoes on. Can I borrow yours to wear inside?” James said “Sure,” and took off his white Nikes revealing white low cut athletic socks. He gave his shoes to Shelly. She put them on and went into the bar and disappeared from James’ sight.

It was about an hour later and Shelly had not come back out with his tennis shoes. James wanted to go in to find Shelly and his shoes but he could not go in because he did not have shoes on. He realized he would have to wait for the bar to close and for Shelly to come out. Yet, when everybody left the building Shelly was no where to be found. It seems that she and his shoes had disappeared.

Tonight’s theatre target

Author – Jonathan

Ahh, a story to tell. parts are true and parts are fantasy. ill let you figure out what is what. enjoy!!!

I saved up to buy a shiny pair of Osiris skate shoes because I knew these were rare and I wanted to be the one rocking them in my neighborhood. After spending 200 bucks on these I decided to spend the day traversing a neighboring city. I booked tickets to see a few plays and made my day revolve around them. I decided to wear a blue T-shirt with a design on them, my skinny jeans, and my new Osiris skate shoes.

My first play was in a nice part of town in the early afternoon and everything went smoothly and was enjoyable. I grabbed a bite to eat and decided to travel to my next play. This one started at 730 and it was only 630 by the time I got to the parking garage. It was already almost dark with drizzle in the air. This theater was located near downtown and let’s just say the outside crowd didn’t look so presentable. I went to a local pub and decided to drink cheaply and quickly since by that time I only had 45 minutes until the start of the next play. Down the hatches three tall ones went and I was feeling good. I went outside and was heading to the theater when these two guys who I think were homeless started arguing with one another and it was quite noticeable as other people stopped to stare. I also stopped for a moment and that is when one of them pointed towards me to the other guy. Well I got scared and quickly walked to the theater.

I reached the entrance, picked up my ticket and headed to the lounge to grab another cold one. This play was funny but to be honest I was pretty drunk at the time. During intermission I grabbed my last drink of the night and went to the restroom. Finally, the play was finished, and it was now 1015 at night. Being unfamiliar with the area, I didn’t remember which building contained the parking garage. I was nervous and tired and wanted to get home. After 20 minutes of walking around I finally saw the garage door that I had exited earlier. This door was located between railroad tracks and the actual wall of the garage with a narrow dark passageway between them. Ten feet away from the door stood a rough looking guy with a dog. He started speaking to me and with nowhere to turn and not wanting to be rude I spoke back to him. He seemed nice at first, he started talking about his dog and how he ended up on the streets. This guy was in his 30s and I started to feel bad for him. He had on a filthy white long-sleeved shirt with a logo, a pair of frayed and stained blue jeans, and a pair of Nikes that were frayed, stained, and one was missing a shoelace. The problem when I drink is that I start yapping my mouth and that is where things usually run amuck. He then saw my desire to leave the area and at that time he asked me if I had any spare change. I said not on me, but I actually have some in my car and oh yes, I had some dog food in my trunk. I would be happy to give it for his dog.

We continued to chat while we walked up the stairs of the garage to my car. Little stuff like how hot it always seems to be. He asked me about my night, and I told him about the play. He then said that he liked my shoes and that they looked expensive. I bluntly blurted out that yes it took a week’s paycheck from me and that was the best 200 bucks I’ve spent. He then asked is that what they are worth? To me they are, I said. I got to the car and opened my trunk and gave him the bag of dog food. I then started looking for change in my storage area at the front of my car. While I was hunched over looking for change, he asked me what size my shoes were. A twelve I said. Good he said. I’m actually glad I saw you again this evening. Again? I asked. Yeah, my friend and I saw you this afternoon and we were arguing about which target we should go after to make money. You were my first choice, but you quickly ran off. So, this is what is going to happen now. First, I saw a pair of Nikes in your back seat and I want them. Second, I’ve been in these clothes for weeks now and I want yours. If you can afford 200-dollar shoes you can afford to give them to me. By then I was shaking and crying as I’ve never been robbed before and I couldn’t move. I begged and pleaded just to let me leave. That is when he popped out one of those small switchblades and ordered me again to give him my clothes. He said open up my back door so his dog could go back there. He then ordered me to let him into the driver’s seat and me into the passenger seat. As he got into the car the smell quickly turned putrid like a combination of dirt, sweat, sun, and not bathing for weeks. Now since you didn’t listen this is what is going to happen, he snapped. Everything that you are wearing will now be mine and you will put on what I am wearing. He kicked off his trashed Nikes and putrid socks, his torn pants, and his nasty shirt. I am not into that guy stuff so you may keep your underwear. He brandished his knife again and at that time I realized I had no choice. I started off with my shirt and gave it to him, which he quickly put on. I kicked off my Osiris and took my pants off, then I passed him the pants. He proceeded to put them on. He put his hand into the pants pocket and pulled out my wallet. I had only twenty bucks in there. He said that he doesn’t mess with credit cards and other personal stuff, just quick cash. so he took the twenty and gave me my wallet back. I was hoping he didn’t notice when I put my Osiris back on but as soon as I did, he loudly demanded my socks and shoes. It was so loud his dog in the back growled at me. I pleaded again through tears, but he seemed more threatening, so I took them off and my socks, he placed my clean black socks onto his dirty feet and picked up one of my Osiris’s. Wow, these are nice looking shoes he said. I’ll put them on for now, but I still want those Nikes in your back seat. I knew those Osiris were going to stink up real fast with this guy’s nasty foot in them.

Now! He demanded. Put on my old clothes. So, on went his shirt and I gagged, then his pants which at that point had no functioning zipper just a button. I told him I don’t want to put his socks on. This time he slammed his fist onto my dashboard and out of fright I complied. His socks were so rank and old that they were almost solid when I placed them on. I put on his Nikes which I found out were actually an 11 so they were tight. Now that our transaction has been completed, I will leave you. But first you will count to 100 and I’m tossing your keys over the side and onto the sidewalk so you can’t just drive away. Thanks again for my new clothes and don’t worry I have a perfect plan for those new expensive kicks. He left my car and took his dog out of the back seat. With my Osiris on his feet, a leash in one hand and my Nikes leaving with him in the other he proceeded to toss my keys and told me to start counting and if I cheated, he would know. I followed orders and when I counted to 100, he was gone. I retrieved my key and found a pair of shorts and flip-flops in my trunk to wear but no shirt. I was scared but livid at that point. A more logical person would have called the cops or race the heck out of there, but I was determined not to let this guy get away with this. I mean how hard could it be to find a homeless guy with a dog wearing bright green new Osiris shoes.

I went back to the main drag and outside a closed restaurant I found this guy with no dog and chatting with the guy I saw him arguing with earlier. This time he was still wearing my shirt and my pants, but he was also wearing my Nikes. I said that I would call the cops if I don’t get my clothes back and my Osiris. This was his statement to me. Ha-ha, no one will believe you that my clothes that I’m wearing is actually yours. you are drunk and I am sober. Oh, and by the way if you want those nice shoes back. You see that sports bar over there? And those three drunk college guys? Well when I offered one of them those shoes for 60 bucks, he bought them. If you look a little further down, you can see them on his feet right now. Hahahaha now I have new clothes from you, a pair of Nikes, twenty I took from your wallet, and sixty for the shoes. Now get the f@#$ out of here cause next time I see you things won’t go so friendly. As I walked away, he turned the corner and that was the last I saw of him. I figured I would give it a shot before going back to my car and I walked over to the sports bar. Hey guys I said, I was curious where did you get those Osiris shoes? The guys must have known they were stolen, or something cause the guy with the shoes on said he bought them a few weeks back from eBay. By that point I was done and as I was walking away, I stated that those shoes were stolen from me that very night by that guy he bought them from. Drunk college guy yelled back, that’s too f@#$ bad, possession is 9/10ths of the law they are on my feet and they are mine now. They are comfortable as hell and I sent a picture to my girl and she likes them. Cheering to his buddies and high fiving them, yeah you know im gonna get some tonight. Since I knew there was nothing that I could do I responded sarcastically, for him to enjoy them, take good care of them, and to go f#@$ himself. Don’t think he heard that last part. So, there, I went back to my car all depressed and shit. Knowing that I’ll never see those kicks again. I threw that guys socks, pants, and shirt into the trash, but I kept the Nike’s to remind me to be more cautious in the future and to never travel down the bad side of any town otherwise I’ll end up with another pair of trashed shoes on my feet.

Shoes on a edge

Author – Alexander

Yesterday at school we had to change rooms for the next lesson. Our school has 3 floors and we had to go from groundfloor to the second floor. When we walked towards the stairs one of my classmates stepped on my left heel and made my shoe come off. He gave me a push and picked up my shoe and ran up the stairs. When I came to the stairs I saw him half way the stairs trying to throw my shoe up an edge in the wall. Before I could do or say anything he managed to put it up there. He and a few other guys were laughing as I walked up the stairs. When I came up there I realized I couldn”t reach it because the edge was about 10ft high. All the others walked by and laughed at me and I asked them to help me get it down. Nobody responded and after a short time the guy who picked my shoe offered to help me. He came to me and foulded his hands together like a step and he said here stand on my hands so you can reach your shoe. Automatically I stepped up with my right foot and when he lifted me up I got out of balance and fell back. With my left foot on the ground and my hands to the wall I was balancing not to fall down and in the meantime the guy held on to my foot. He looked at me and grinned and I thought oh no he will not…. But it already happened and he took my right shoe off. I shouted no come on give me my shoe back but he ran up the next stairs and the few guys waiting were only laughing. There I was in my dark blue socks, one shoe unreachable and the other I didn”t know. After a few seconds this guy comes back at the top of the stairs empty handed and was laughing and said good luck with retrieving your shoes and he and the other guys left. When I walked up the next stairs to the second floor I could see my right shoe also on the same kind of edge. I knew now I couldn”t reach them and the bell rang for the next lesson and I had to hurry to the classroom. When I walked in most of the class was laughing and I felt little embarrassed and I sat down at my table. I had to follow five more lessons and change rooms three times and in lunchbreak I tried to find the janitor to help me with my shoes but I couldn”t find him. After the last lesson I walked to the stairs where my shoes should be but to my surprise they were gone. I got the shivers and was afraid I had to go home shoeless. I tried to find the janitor again and after a walk through half the school and asking several teachers I found him standing outside at the bicycle shed. He was helping another student with the lock of his bike. I walked towards him and noticed the ground was still a little moist from rain the day before. I asked the janitor if he took the shoes off the edge, he looked at me and said no I didn”t take no shoes off an edge but maybe somebody else did and brought them to the lost and found office. I walked back into the school to the lost and found office but I didn”t see any shoes. I tried the door but it was locked. A teacher walking by said the lost and found will be open tomorrow he had to leave early today. I sighed and walked towards the lockers to get my jacket and go home. I had to go with the bus and people were watching me. I tried to hide my feet but that was no success. At the end it felt a little exciting and today I got my shoes back, they were found in a trash bin….

Converse camping capers

Author – Jonathan

So, I do not like cocky guys. Nothing like a guy being a jerk in everything he does. This past weekend I decided to go camping. It is a campground far from civilization but had a few amenities such as porty potties and 3 showers. I brought with me a nice large tent and a few pairs of kicks, Nikes, Osiris, and a pair of DCs. Not too many people around me and nice peace and quiet. That was until this jackass in one of those big pickups came roaring in, reving up his engine. I exited my tent to see what all the ruckus was. My initial anger left when he got out of his truck, a young guy with dirty blond hair exited wearing from top to bottom, an AC/DC shirt, blue jeans, and teal Converse. Out of the passenger side his girlfriend and a mean looking dog exited. They decided to set up camp not too far from me. Here is where things got worse. Not only would the dog bark at everything but this guy had the nerve to tell people it was his dogs vacation too. Day 2 arrived and 2 of the 3 showers went down for maintenance. The notice said that from 8 am until 5 Pm only one shower would be operational and to conserve the hot water appropriately. I saw no line so I gathered my things up for a shower and started walking there. While I was walking this guy sped around me and reached the shower ahead of me. (Strike 1). He proceeded to jump in the shower, leaving his clothes behind including the converse. Did he take five minutes, ten? No he took 15 minutes. He got out and when I went in the water was freezing. I was like what the hell and get this, he then said as he finished getting dressed, oh yeah I used all the hot water. (Strike 2). Later on that evening he decided he would get into a big yelling match with his girlfriend over the dog eating the last piece of steak. Apparently the girlfriend was suppose to be watching the dog while the food was being cooked. That did not happen and as some meat was done including the last steak and placed on the prep table, that dog managed to get a hold of it. Later that night he was in a drunken stuper still comp!aining about his lost steak. The final straw was when he took the last roll of toilet paper out of the porty potties to clean up a spill. I did not know at the time and well I had to use the restroom. I’ll let you figure out what happened but needless to say that was (strike 3). Ever since he got out of his car, I noticed how sweet his Converse looked and in my favorite color. Ever since stike 3 I decided I am going to pay him back by taking them. Day 3 All 3 showers we’re back up and running and I took my shower early. I kept my eye on when he was going to go. He went at noon and I was not too far behind him with my shower bag. 2 showers we’re in use including the one this guy was in. On the changing bench was a ladies bra, flip flops, shorts, pink and orange towel, a changing bag, and sunglasses. So obviously the one shower was being used by a woman. Also on the changing bench was a black shower bag, undershirt, jeans, and that is all I saw at the time. I was like dam, where the heck did his shoes go. I realized quickly that it was hidden underneath his jeans and bag. So while that guy was taking his hot shower, I put my new kicks into my bag and booked it. I had time before he got out to head back to my tent and carefully check out my new Converse. They were a little small compared to what I normally wear and it was obvious that he wore them sockless. I also saw doodling on them and his name “Tony”. These look so sweet. So here I am waiting to see what would happen, out of nervousness and excitement. He came out pissed to high hell. Yelling to everyone who took my shoes?!!! Most people camping nearby just shrugged or ignored him completely. Tony went back to his camp and asked his girlfriend if she knew anything. Apparently this was all he had and after cursing for half an hour he decided he had enough and started packing. An hour later they all got back in their truck and left….. If I had known that is all it would have taken I would have done it sooner. So there I was relaxing in my tent, peace and quiet again with my new sexy Converse for another few days. Thanks “Tony” I’ll take good care of “MY” new shoes. 🙂

Search and seizure

Author – Irsocks

I volunteered for a research job not realizing that I had to go to the library to do the research. I thought I could do it all online. It was too late to get out of it, so there I was in my blue, black, and white striped socks and blue, black, and white Vans. I was at one of those desks with the divider working and reading away. When I am really concentrating, I tend to tap my foot really fast. I didn’t realize I was doing it on the chair leg and making a lot of noise until an employee tapped me on the shoulder and asked me to be quiet. I apologized, and as I turned back to my work, I notice this guy watching me and giggling about what just happened. I did notice that he was only wearing one white Nike shoe on his left foot while the other foot had only a white sock on it. I shrugged it off and went back to work.
Before I knew it, the guy was back tapping me on the shoulder again. This time he asked me to leave. I couldn’t go back without the research, so I begged and pleaded for him to let me stay. I didn’t realize what it would cost me. He sayed I could stay, but on one condition. I sayed fine. He bent down, took a hold of my right shoe heel and slipped my sneaker off. My striped sock foot was out for all to see. Before I could object, he told me that I would get it back when I was done. I was shocked and embarrassed, but I had to finish the research.
Being embarrassed thinking everyone was watching me, I couldn’t concentrate wearing only one shoe, so I stretched out under the desk to hide my now shoeless right foot. I thought my foot had hit the divider under the desk, but I had kicked the guy on the other side. I apologized and moved my feet back some thinking everything was okay. Before I knew it, the guy grab the heel of my remaining sneaker and slowly started slipping it off. I was helpless because I could not move up or I would fall out of the chair. I couldn’t move back or my foot would slip out even faster. The guy must have known this because he went ever so slowly removing my sneaker.
I couldn’t say anything because I would be kicked out. I sat helpless as my sneaker was slowly being stolen. It seemed like time had stood still as I felt my sock foot slip slowly out of my sneaker. Once my heel was free he took his time letting the back of my sneaker slide up the sole of my sock foot. I didn’t know what to do as the back of my sneaker slid up the ball of my foot, under my toes and then off my foot. My heel hit the carpet floor. I was now shoeless in the library.
I had to get my sneaker back. As I rounded the corner, I got a glimpse of the thief as he walked out the room door. He was wearing one white Nike sneaker and one blue, black, and white Vans sneaker. I had no choice but to go back to the desk. I knew who the thief was because the giggler was gone now. At the front desk the employee gave me back my sneaker. It was embarrassing to say the least putting on one sneaker while the employee laughed at my situation. I walked out of the library with my head down.
My mind could only go back to the story I read about another guy losing his white Nike sneakers and socks in the library. I looked down at my one sock foot and one Vans sneaker thinking at least they only got one sneaker. Suddenly in front of my feet appeared one Nike sneaker and my other Vans sneaker. Before I could look up, I heard the guy say ‘you won’t be needing that one’, and my sneakered foot was grabbed and my sneaker was ripped from my foot leaving me shoeless on the sidewalk. I could do nothing as I watched the thief run away with my Vans. It was a long walk home.

Unlucky swap

Author – NikeAirMax

Last week I was visiting a friend of mine. We used to hang out all the time but since he moved away weer don’t see eachother a lot. We are both about the same size a and we both own a lot of shoes. Most of the same type, the Nike air Max 90’s. Since we both wear the same size we have always been swapping shoes for a while to try them out. Nothing really bizarre, but swapping shoes for guys is not really common practice. When he lived closer we each had a number of pairs we kept track of, but we never were really sure which shoes officially belonged to who, i always had a pair of his and likewise. Then he moved away and we no longer could swap shoes so we each picked or favourite pairs and now only had our own shoes to wear.

We did stay in touch but didn’t visit eachother a while lot and only swapped a pair on our first visit until last week . I came to his place by public transit because there would be some drinking involved. Somehow I kind of forgot to put on my best nikes, i was wearing an old pair of adidas shoes when I got to his place. As you might expect, he was wearing Nike air Max 90’s and he noticed my old superstars (black ones with the white stripes). One thing led to another and soon I was wearing his brand Nikes.

He didn’t want to wear my adidas, so he picked up another pair of his nikes and we left my shoes at his place as we went out. First we went to pick up a friend of his and had a blast in his town. We didn’t even drink that much, but time flies when you’re having fun so it got about that late that we had to leave for my friends house and get me to a bus. The thing was that I could get on a bus that got me to the station right down the street ,so we could have another round if we skipped the trip to his place. We all decided this would be the best plan. I did think of my adidas shoes at his place, but didn’t mention it. I wouldn’t mind wearing his nikes for a while. We had another round and when it was time to leave ,both guys walked me to my busstop. A of a sudden my friend notices I was still wearing his brand new Nikes and he said I couldn’t take them home. I wasn’t worried, i would put on his pair and be fine. But it turned out the shoes on his feet weren’t his own to start with, they belonged to another friend he swapped his shoes with.

There was no more time to go back for my own shoes, the only thing that remained was me going home in my socks if he was serious about getting his shoes back. At the busstop it really seemed he was. I really tried to make it end in another way, but as the bus came rolling in, he still wanted his shoes back. So the only thing left to do was to take his shoes off and now enter the bus in a pair of white socks. I felt really awkward without shoes but as time progressed it turned me on more and more.

Now looking back i might do everything in the same way again if I had the chance. My adidas shoes are still at his place, I’ll have them back the next time we meet.

Dance your shoes off

Author – Jman

It was the night of the dance and Shelly was sitting at a table. She was wearing a blue outfit with striped light and dark blue socks. Shelly came to the dance in sock feet as she never wears shoes. As she was sitting there, Gerald came up to to her and asked her to dance. She said that she would but on on condition. “You have to take off your shoes first,” she said. Gerald agreed and removed his brown loafers revealing grey athletic socks. Gerald left his shoes at the table and he and Shelly preceded to the dance floor in their socks. After a while they had returned to the table and Gerald’s shoes were gone. Shelly said that she was sorry that happened and Gerald went around the room trying to find his shoes.

After a while Charles came up to Shelly and asked her to dance. Charles was wearing black cowboy boots. Shelly said that she would dance with him if he took off his cowboy boots. When he asked why, she explained that she did not like people stepping on her feet with shoes on. At first Charles was reluctant to take off his boots for fear that he might lose them. However, because he always liked Shelly deep down inside, he removed his boots revealing white crew socks and went on to the dance floor. After a while he came back to the table where he had taken off his boots and his boots were gone. Shelly said that she was sorry about that and Charles started going around the room to try to find his brand new cowboy boots.

Later on, Robert came up to Angela who was wearing white socks with a brown dress. She also was not wearing shoes. Robert asked her to dance and she said she would but he would have to take off his shoes first. Robert then removed his black dress shoes and went on the dance floor with Angela. When they returned Robert’s shoes were not there anymore.

The dance had come to and end and it was time for everyone to go home. Gerald, Charles and Robert still had not found their shoes and had to walk home in their socks. It seemed that everyone who danced with Shelly and Angela wound up with missing shoes.