The Prefects

Author – Shoeless Guy

During lunch breaks, the school grounds are monitored by Prefects rather than teachers. Prefects are senior students with good attendance, behaviour and grades. They are there to police the school grounds and take unruly students to the Sin Bin, basically this is the old disused gym. This works well as it allows discipline in the school grounds without interaction from teachers.
Prefects carry a digital camera and any disobedient students are photographed, if they refuse to go to the Sin Bin then their mugshot would be emailed to all teachers, students would be easily identified and given detention automatically.
In order to maintain control in the ‘Sin Bin’ the prefects have authority to confiscate shoes and students must sit on the floor quietly for the duration of confinement. When lunchbreak ends their shoes are returned and no further punishment is undertaken. This quick lunchtime punishment works with most students as failure to comply with Prefects or ‘Sin Bin’ rules results in students not given their shoes back and have to go to class in their socked feet. This also means automatic detention as retrieval of confiscated shoes can only be done in detention after school which is supervised by teachers. The whole procedure is well organised and lends authority to the Prefects to maintain discipline in the school grounds.
This works providing the Prefects can to be trusted.
There are two 18 year old Prefects called Jimmy and David who use their positions to their advantage. Jimmy would patrol the grounds and pick his prey. Then escort them to the Sin Bin and Dave would take their shoes and hold them to ransom.
One particular day Jimmy overheard a 16 year old student named Jason mention he had £100 and after school he was off into town to buy new trainers. Jimmy approached Jason and accused him of threatening another student, Jason obviously denied it but once his photo had been taken he had no choice but to follow the rules and go with Jimmy to the Sin Bin where he was handed over to David.
“Take off your shoes and give them to me” said David
“I’ve done nothing wrong ” said Jason.
“SHOES OFF NOW ” shouted David. Jason reluctantly crouched down, undid his laces and removed his black shoes and handed them to the Prefect.
“Go sit in the middle of the floor and remain silent” said David. Jason walked in his grey socked feet past three other younger shoeless students already seated cross legged on the floor. He sat silently as he watched another two students enter the Sin Bin and stripped of their shoes. Eventually the school bell rung and everyone stood up and went over to David to collect their shoes. A 14 year old was denied his shoes, David claimed he had been unruly upon arrival at the sin bin, he left in his socks upset that he now had detention after school. Jason was the last to collect his shoes, David refused to hand them over also claiming he had been unruly.
“We can come to some arrangement for you to get your shoes back” said David
“What do you mean” said Jason
“How much money to get your shoes back?”
“You blackmailing me?”
“Give me £10 now, you can have your shoes, no money means no shoes and detention tonight”
Jason really wanted to go buy new trainers after school and didn’t want detention or the embarrassment of walking around school in his socks all afternoon. He handed over £10 and David gave Jason his shoes. “Nice doing business” said David.
The next day in the school grounds Jason got into an argument with his best pal Andy, they’d fallen out over an online game they had played the night before. Fists where about to fly when Jimmy the Prefect appeared, “now guys” he said. “Fighting is not allowed” He got out his camera and started to take photos of the two pals. Andy ran off, Jimmy told Jason he had to go with him to the ‘Sin bin’. “Not again” said Jason
At the sin bin David had just confiscated a 17 year old students shoes when Jimmy walked in with Jason. “You again!” said David, smiling with hope that more money could be gained. Jason handed over his shoes for the second time in two days and sat on the floor.
The bell went and everyone retrieved their shoes except Jason and the 17 year old named Billy, who where told to wait until everyone else had left. David was about to ask the same question as yesterday when Jason said “Look I have no money today so just give me my shoes” David was disappointed.
“No money! No shoes!”
“I’ve told you, you idiot I’ve got no money ”
“Then off to class you go in your socks” said David “Enjoy detention”
Jason stormed off walking along the corridor in his stocking feet, he entered the classroom and Andy was at his desk and laughed at his pal.
“Haha wheres your shoes” he said loudly so the whole class stared at his shoeless feet. “No online gaming tonight seeing as you’ll be in detention” he said.
Andy told Jason that he should of ran away like him when the Prefect appeared.
During the lesson Andy was still laughing at his pals dilemma when the teacher beckoned him to his desk at the front of the classroom. The teacher turned his computer monitor towards Andy and asked “Is that you?” Andy said it was him. “The email says you absconded from a prefect after fighting”. He hadn’t realised that Jimmy managed to photograph him before he ran off. The teacher said “You know the rules, hand over your shoes. You can get them back in detention”. Andy took off his shoes and handed them to the teacher. The teacher placed his confiscated footwear on the shelf behind his desk. A red faced Andy did the walk of shame in his socks back to his desk, the class where sniggering and Jason had a huge smug grin on his face.
With their shared embarrassment the two pals rekindled their friendship as they walked shoeless together to detention.
In detention with Jason and Andy was Billy the 17 year old from the sin bin. Still in his socks he told the two pals he was refused his shoes because he wouldn’t give David his cigarettes. After leaving detention the three students vowed to get revenge on the two Prefects.

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Shoeless Salesman part 2

Author – Shoeless guy

A few weeks into my new job working for the local Council Tax Office I was required to visit homes who’d failed to return their yearly declaration form. I had been dropped off in a certain area of town with a list of houses to visit, I had to get the forms completed or leave a card if nobody was at home. I would be collected later by my colleague. After several visits, leaving mostly cards, a door was opened by a casually dressed man. I explained who I was, he invited me in to complete the form. He asked me to remove my shoes and follow him to the kitchen where he was making coffee. I undid the laces of my black brogue shoes, removed them and padded in my grey socks to his kitchen. It seemed strange but thrilling walking around a strangers house in my socks. As we completed the form I felt like we had met before, he left me to finish my coffee. He returned wearing a suit, black socks but no shoes. “Need to leave for work” he said with a big grin. I followed him to the front door and he proceeded to put his feet into my shoes.
“Excuse me, but they are my shoes your putting on” I said.
“No, they are most definitely mine” he said with an even bigger grin on his face. “I recognised you when I opened the front door and seen your shoes.. er.. my shoes”
The penny dropped as I remembered him, the fair haired salesman who’s shoes I’d stolen and now he was stealing them back.
He pushed me out the door in my socks. “I can’t return to the office shoeless” I said. “Am I bothered” he shouted, “You made me and my colleague walk a mile in our socks after stealing our shoes, it was embarrassing, see how you like it”. He demanded I return that evening with the stolen loafers or he’d report me to my employer.
I was too embarrassed to visit any more houses in my stocking feet so I waited for my ride back to the office, the salesman walked past wearing the shoes I’d arrived in. “Have a nice day” he said staring at my shoeless feet.
My colleague arrived and couldn’t stop laughing at my predicament “Wheres your shoes dude” he kept saying as he drove me home to replace my missing footwear. I told him some guy mugged me for my shoes. He promised to keep quiet and spare my embarrassment if I bought him a pint on pay day. I had no choice but to wear the stolen loafers, I put my Nike trainer’s in my back pack knowing I’d be returning home without the black slip on shoes.
After work I walked to the salesman’s house as I had just enough money for the bus ride home afterwards. I hoped nobody would answer the door and I’d just leave the shoes on the doorstep but the door opened, both the salesmen where stood there. “He’s returning my shoes but has the cheek to still be wearing them” said the rightful owner. “I needed to wear them for work” I said with a red face. “In here now and get them off your feet” said the dark haired salesman. I stepped inside and took the shoes off and handed them over and said I was sorry. As I attempted to leave the door was closed and locked. They insisted that I let them practice their new product sales techniques on me. I was marched reluctantly to the sitting room in my suit and socks, two hours later they decided to let me leave. I stood on the doorstep and removed my Nike trainer’s from my back pack and put them on. I was about to leave when the dark haired salesman asked for a donation for charity. “Sorry I only have enough for the bus home” I said naively. He smiled and said “The charity will appreciate your donation” as he looked down at my feet and said “Nice trainers”
It was a long walk to the bus stop, my feet where cold, everyone stared at me as I quickly got on the bus. I felt less uneasy as I hid my grey socked feet from view. I reflected on the day, Karma had well and truly bit me on the arse. Not once but twice in one day I had been left shoeless. Now I had no trainers but worse I had no shoes for work tomorrow.

Shoeless Salesman – part 1

Author – Shoeless Guy

My grandma decided it was time to clear out all my late grandfather’s belongings and give them to charity. I had stayed over to help her and had carried all the boxes to the hallway ready for collection by the charity shop. My grandma asked if I could wait until the charity had collected everything as she had to go out.
After an hour the doorbell rang, It wasn’t the charity standing outside in the rain but two young men in suits. “Can I help?” I asked. They where window salesman “We are here about the windows” they said. I assumed my grandma had arranged the appointment and forgot. I apologised as they where carrying frame samples and knew they had walked a considerable distance as this was a ‘residents permit parking’ area. They where quite persistent and feeling guilty about their wasted journey I let them in out of the rain. “You can wait in the sitting room but first please remove your shoes and leave them here in the hallway. Grandma’s rules” I insisted as I pointed at my own socked feet. The dark haired guy just slipped off his shiny black loafers with his feet whilst the fair haired guy stood like a stalk on one leg to untie each lace and carefully pulling his black Brogues off his black socked feet. They walked into the sitting room in their socks. They insisted on showing their samples, “It’s grandma’s house not mine” I said, but they did so anyway. After two hours they where still sitting on the sofa when the telephone rang in the hallway. I excused myself and left the room closing the door and picked up the phone. My grandma said she’d be at her friends house until later because of the rain, I explained that the window salesmen had been waiting for hours, “What salesmen? ” she asked. Whilst talking on the phone I’d been placing the salesmens shoes on and off my socked feet without realising. Both pairs of shoes fitted quite well and looked good on my feet. I finished trying on their shoes and returned to the sitting room and told them my grandma knew nothing of their visit and asked them to leave. “We haven’t wasted two hours to leave without a potential sale” said the fair haired guy in an aggressive tone. Just then the doorbell rang, It was the charity coming to collect the boxes. “Take everything in the hallway and close the door when you’re done” I told them and returned to the sitting room to see both shoeless salesmen still sitting there. They insisted I call my grandma and demand she come back, their demands where infuriating.
Eventually their insistence relented, I left them to pack up their stuff then they headed to the hallway. They looked around scratching their heads “OK where are our shoes” said one of them. I looked at the empty hallway floor. The fair haired salesman said “Is this a joke? You want us to leave but you’ve hidden our shoes” I explained about the charity boxes and they must of mistakenly taken their shoes as well. They demanded I contact the charity to return their shoes, I refused and told them the charity shop location and suggested they could buy their shoes back because saying they donated them by mistake would be far fetched even if they arrived shoeless. I jokingly said they could tell the charity shop “We gave up our shoes for donation then realised we need them ourselves” They both asked to loan a pair of my shoes, I reminded them I didn’t live here and only had the shoes I arrived in. I opened the door. “Our car is parked a mile from here, you expect us to walk in our socks” they argued.”If you had left when first asked you’d be walking in your shoes” I told them to leave. They stepped outside shoeless, fortunately it had stopped raining and the path was dry except for small puddles which they hobbled around in their socked feet. I shouted “The charity will appreciate your donation” then I closed the door and went to the kitchen and put on my own Nike trainers. I grabbed my back pack and bicycle, wheeled it through the hallway and stopped at the stair cupboard and retrieved from it one pair of shiny black loafers and one pair of black Brogues. I placed them in my back pack and headed for the front door. Nice work I thought, two pairs of shoes for starting my new job next week.
“Have a nice day” I said to the shoeless salesmen as I cycled past with their shoes.

Taxi Hell – Driver POV

Author – Shoeless guy

I’d had a busy day with plenty of fares even with my payment machine refusing cards. I was about to switch off my ‘FOR HIRE’ sign and head home when some 6ft ‘trendy
bearded’ idiot in a grey suit stepped out in front of my cab shouting ‘TAXI’. My sudden stop enabled two young men in suits to get in my cab followed by the idiot that I nearly hit. They where merry in drink but not totally drunk. No polite request but a demand to be taken out of town. The traffic was heavy and they where getting impatient when one shouted arrogantly “Stop driver! we’re getting the tube as you’re too slow” and proceeded to shove his debit card through the payment hatch. “Sorry guys” I said politely “machine is down, cash only I’m afraid”. “We have no cash” explained the tall blond haired guy, i heard the others call him Mike “Can you find an ATM machine on route”. I would of happily kicked them out without payment and just head home but their rudeness stopped me. I passed several ATM machines but couldn’t stop due to the traffic, eventually I found a bank with several ATM’s, the blond guy called Mike got out and tried every cash machine without success, as he walked back to the taxi I noticed his footwear, nice expensive brogue shoes. As soon as he was back inside the cab I locked the doors and demanded something as collateral until they could pay the fare. The bearded guy shouted in a condescending manner that anything I suggested was far too valuable for paying a lousy taxi fare. His arrogance was becoming unbearable when the guy sat between him and Mike suggested a supermarket with cashback facilities and more urgently ‘toilets’. I agreed and drove off.
With their desperation for a piss they would agree to anything, so I took my time finding a supermarket. I deliberately parked my cab furthest away from the supermarket entrance. Another request for collateral was dismissed. So I said to the bearded guy “To stop you doing a runner after getting out of my taxi, give me your shoes, it’s the only way your getting out”. He stared at me as if in defiance, his mates laughed and said “Yeah Nick give him your shoes” he was about to swear when I shouted “SHOES NOW” he reluctantly undid his laces and removed his shoes revealing plain black socks, I couldn’t believe I got a 6ft tall man to give me his shoes. He squeezed them through the money hatch in the cabs partition. I looked at them, I could smell the warm patent leather and threw them in the front passenger footwell. I knew they where expensive and they alone would cover the cost of the taxi fare but I wasn’t finished. The other two where still laughing at their friends embarrassment. “Not enough” I said then looked at the guy sat in the middle, his laughter stopped as I demanded his too, “Take off your shoes and give them to me”, he did reluctantly and passed them through the hatch, another strong smell of leather and feet from his warm shoes. I threw them next to the other pair. He called me a pratt, I wasn’t bothered, he was in his socks and I had his shoes. Mike, the last remaining wearer of footwear shouted “Can we get out now for crying out loud, I need a piss”, “Not until you also hand over your shoes” I said. The 6ft tall blond stared at his friends shoeless feet, looked down at his own shoes and realised his fate. “Your not laughing now” I said as he undid the laces of his tan Brogues, he slipped them off his feet and handed them to me. “Nice expensive shoes” I said to him as I also threw them into the footwell next to the other pairs of ransomed footwear. They sat on the back seat of my cab, three strapping men in their expensive grey suits and black socked feet, expressing their embarrassment by hiding one socked foot behind the other repeatedly. ‘Not so arrogant now are we boys’ I thought to myself as I unlocked the doors. They got out and clumsily walked quickly in their socks across the large car park towards the entrance of the supermarket and disappeared inside.

They where either drunk, stupid or just too materialistic to hand over a watch. After all depositing a watch would not of been noticed by anyone, but for all three to give up their shoes and walk around a supermarket in their socks was just plain stupid and very very noticeable.
Whilst they where gone I took off my cheap brown shoes and tried on Nick’s black patent leather shoes, they where still quite warm and really comfortable. I then tried Mike’s tan Brogues, they looked good on the tall blond’s feet, even better on mine and I wanted to keep them for myself as I could never justify the cost of a pair. Whilst waiting I listened to the radio news and learned of a banking problem, I realised it wasn’t their fault. I had passed caring about the fare, the enjoyment of persuading three annoying young men to part with their shoes and walk into a supermarket in socked feet was priceless. Even though they where arrogant pigs, I wanted to drive off leaving them stranded penny less and shoeless miles from home but I took pity on them and waited.
They hobbled in socked feet back to the taxi, as soon as the doors closed I locked them and drove out of the car park. I was about to let them have their shoes when Nick ‘demanded’ them back, he also lied about having the cash. His annoyance changed my mind, I drove nowhere near their destination and pulled over. I asked again for payment, Mike the tall blond said ‘I am really sorry but we still haven’t got the cash” I picked up their shoes and was about to give them back when Nick mouthed off again “Give us our shoes and let us out”. I told them I knew they had no cash and why, I was about to give them back again but because of Nicks further annoyance I threw their shoes back into the footwell. I shouted at Nick “Do you ever shut that mouth of yours or are you enjoying being shoeless and confined in my cab?” Mike the blond guy gave me his watch as payment, neither cheap nor expensive it covered more than the cost of the fare. I called the arrogant bearded Nick a shit and told him the homeless people across the road had more respect than them. I picked up Nick’s shoes and opened the front passenger window, I told him he had nice shoes, he looked at them, his bearded jaw dropped as I threw them out of the open window, his big mouth demanded to be let out to get his shoes as he glanced over to the homeless people. I picked up the other pair of black
shoes and as I threw them out, their owner called me a bastard. Finally I told the tall
blond guy how much I admired his expensive footwear and quickly threw them out of the door window landing in the darkness next to the other men’s shoes. I told him the homeless people would appreciate them. I sounded the car horn as I pulled away, their heads turned from the open window to the homeless people whose attention had turned to the pile of expensive patent leather shoes on the roadside. No sooner had I moved I slowed to a halt and unlocked the doors. The three tall young men in their expensive grey suits exited the taxi and ran in their socked feet to retrieve their shoes before the homeless people got to them. I drove off looking in my rear view mirror it was a very close race between them all to reach the expensive patent leather shoes.

I did feel guilty though, not only did I have Mike’s watch I also have his expensive shoes. I had driven from the supermarket in my socks and there where four pairs of shoes in the footwell including mine. I’d actually thrown my own shoes out of the window instead of Mike’s.

Although I had expected to finish work several hours earlier I’d enjoyed watching the captive arrogant young men squirm with embarrassment without their shoes. It was better than a night in front of the TV. Perhaps I should do it again!

Taxi hell

Author – Shoeless guy

It had been a long day in the office in central London when me and two of my work colleagues, Mike and Nick decided to have a few beers before getting the tube home. The bar was quiet at first as we sat
there in our shirt and ties and dark grey suits with black lace up shoes except Mike who was wearing dark tan brogues. One pint lead to another until the cash ran out and we’d tried using contactless but
the barman said the machines where down. At this point it was decided to grab a cab, we all lived in the same block of flats in a town south of London so one cab was easier than the tube in our inebriated state.

We flagged down a black cab and jumped in. Traffic was heavy and after half an hour we hadn’t travelled far, so we decided to get out and use the tube. Mike asked the cab driver to pull over and asked to pay using contact less. “Sorry guys” said the driver “machine is down, cash only I’m afraid”.
“We have no cash” explained Mike “Can you find an ATM machine”. The driver continued passing loads of ATM’s on our original route obviously wanting to take us home. After an hour the traffic got lighter
and the fare got larger as he pulled over to a bank. Mike got out and tried several machines with no luck, he jumped back in and as the door closed the locks where activated. I’ll need collateral against payment before continuing explained the driver. “Like what?” asked Nick. “Jewellery, watches or phone” said the driver. In an arrogant manner Nick told the driver that these items are far too expensive to pay a dismal taxi fare. This enraged the driver into thinking we where arrogant overpaid ‘suits’. “You’re not leaving this cab until I’m paid” said the driver. I asked if we could try a supermarket and buy something to get
‘cashback’ at the checkout, we also needed the toilet too. The driver deliberately took some very long routes and eventually arrived at a supermarket on the outskirts of the city. He again asked for collateral,
Nick refused again, the driver, now annoyed said to Nick “To stop you doing a runner after getting out of my taxi, give me your shoes, it’s the only way your getting out”.

“What the..” said Nick. “SHOES!!! now”
shouted the driver. Nick reluctantly undid his laces and removed his shoes revealing his black socks, he just managed to squeeze his shoes through the money hatch in the cabs partition. The driver looked at
them and threw them in the front passenger footwell. “Not enough” said the driver, he looked at me and said “Take off your shoes too” I looked down at my feet,
“hurry up and give me your shoes posh
boy” he said. I undid my laces and took off my shoes and passed them through the hatch that Nick’s shoes went. The driver stared at my shoes and threw them next to Nick’s. “Hey be careful with my shoes
you pratt” I said. The driver just glared at me as I sat helpless in my socks. Mike shouted at the driver “Can we get out now for crying out loud, I need a piss”
“Not until you give me your shoes too” said the driver. Mike stared at mine and Nick’s shoeless feet and realised he too was going to be in his socks before leaving the taxi. He undid his laces, slipped off his tan brogues and proceeded to place his shoes through the hatch reluctantly handing them to the driver. “Nice expensive shoes” as he threw them next to ours. We sat in our suits and socks awaiting our release.

The doors unlocked and we headed into the supermarket shoeless. Customers stared as we looked for the toilet, who wouldn’t stare at three men in suits padding around the shopfloor in their socks. After the toilet we headed for the drinks section, if we each bought water we could get cash back to pay the taxi fare and get our shoes back. I scanned my water at the self service till to avoid standing with embarrassment In my socks in the normal queue. I could feel the blood drain when my debit card was
not accepted, the shop assistant came over and said ‘Sorry sir, there is a bank failure nationwide and no card transactions are being authorised “. Nick and Mike quickly realised too, we headed back outside hoping the taxi was still there, it was, we said nothing to the driver until we got back in the cab. Nick arrogantly asked for his shoes, “Have you got the taxi fare” asked the driver. “Yes” said Nick.

The driver said he would pull over soon and hand back our shoes. It seemed like the journey took longer than necessary, we where like mobile prisoners locked in the vehicle without shoes to prevent us fleeing if we where to escape our confinement. He eventually pulled over below an overpass where a group of homeless people where sheltering on the opposite side of the road and asked for payment, we looked at
each other, stared at our socked feet and Mike said ‘I am really sorry but we still haven’t got the cash”.

The driver began picking up our shoes from the footwell when Nick’s arrogance resurfaced “Give us our bloody shoes now and release us” “I was going to do just that you arrogant lying piece of shit, when you went into the supermarket I heard on the radio about the bank payment fault and took pity until you lied” said the driver. “Now I want a watch or jewellery to pay this high taxi fare and then I will release you and your shoes”. Mike was wearing an inexpensive watch but still cost more than the fare, he handed it through the same hatch that our shoes disappeared through. “Give us back our shoes and take us home” said Nick. “Your arrogance is unbelievable” said the driver. “First you want releasing then taking home, make up your mind you shit, those people sheltering over there have more respect than you’ll ever have” he said. The driver picked up Nick’s shoes “I’ll keep my promise, I’ll release your shoes then you” The driver opened the front passenger door window looked at Nick’s shoes then threw them out the window landing on the ground beside the cab. Nick demanded to be let out to retrieve his shoes. “All in good time you shit” said the driver he then picked up my black shoes, smiled and threw them out the window. “You bastard” I shouted trapped sitting there in my socks. He finally picked up Mike’s tan brogues “These are lovely expensive shoes, do you think the homeless people will appreciate them more than you” he threw them out the window too. “I promised I’d release your shoes now to release you three from my cab”

He pulled away, with us still in the cab and at the same time sounding his horn to alert the homeless guys of our pile of shoes. One hundred yards up the street he stopped the
taxi and released us from our confinement (as promised) and we legged back down the street in our suits and socks. It was a race against time, the homeless versus the shoeless, who would get to our shoes first?

Homework shoes

Author – shoelossfan

It was another Friday morning at J.W. Smith middle school and for 7th grader Alex Carmen it was hopefully another normal school day, after having dropped off his backpack into his school locker and grabbing the stuff he needed for his first period class. Alex was clad in his normal attire which included a blood red jacket, black t-shirt, black pants, and on his feet were a pair of black rebook sneakers with brown laces he had back hair and in front of his teal eyes were a pair of glasses. Soon enough Alex entered his social studies classroom (history class for those outside the states) and walked over to his desk, which was on the second row in from the back and one desk to the left from the right side of the classroom.

“Alright one last period of this and then on to the weekend, hm..i wonder if ether Penelope or Natalie want to hang out this weekend?” Alex asked himself as he laid back in his chair setting down his text book, note book and pencil case that contained his pens and pencils onto the desk, before watching his fellow classmates filter into the classroom through the single door at the back-left corner of the room, whilst the teacher named Jen parker who was a mostly kind women in her early 20’s was writing something on the chalk board in the front of the room for the upcoming lesson.

After a few minutes of watching Alex smiled and waved over his friend Penelope who walked over towards Alex and exclaimed. “hey there Alex, how’s it going today?”

“Oh pretty good, say you doing anything this weekend?” Alex asked Penelope while she sat down in the desk on the left side of Alex’s, she thought about the question for a minute before she answered. “to be honest not really, I mean other than having fun with little sister.”

“huh I see say want to go on a hike on those paths tomorrow?” Alex asked with a bit of an interested tone while glancing over Penelope’s outfit, which included a brown t-shirt with the old Pepsi logo, a blue jacket, blue converse that looked pretty worn and loose along with a pair of white bobby socks, she happened to have long flowing red hair with a black bow halfway down and brown eyes. Penelope meanwhile soon exclaimed in her cheerful and happy way. “sure, I would like to go on a hike with you Alex.”

“Heh thanks” Alex replied with a bit of a smile and a blush on his face since right off the bat Penelope’s right foot slipped out of it’s loose converse as she started to shoeplay a bit, while the rest of the 30 students for that class filtered into the room, with Alex noticing that about three students were at the teachers desk trading in one of their shoes or both for pencil’s notebooks, textbooks or pens since they forgot said items, making Alex sigh hoping that he wouldn’t lose one of his shoes to such a thing today.
after the trio of students left two single shoes and one full pair of shoes on the teacher’s desk and went back to their own desk with their needed supplies and the door to the classroom shut by the last students to walk in, with the bell to start the first period going off over the school intercom. With just a smile on her face and not a word said Miss parker then started to go around to student’s desks to gather up last night’s homework.

While most students already had it out Alex opened his note book since he left his homework in it the night before, but his smile from his talk with Penelope faded when he noticed that he didn’t have his homework inside the textbook as planned. So instead he opened up his text book to see if he put it inside there making his heart sink when he noticed that he didn’t have his homework on hand for class, with Natalie who was another friend of Alex’s who sat in the row behind him but one desk to the right noticing.

“Psst what’s wrong Alex?” Penelope whispered over while Alex looked back over at her and sighed before admitting in his own whisper so not to be heard by the teacher. “I think I forgot my homework at home…”

“that’s not good, wish there was something I could do.” Natalie replied with Alex looking back towards miss parker who was busy talking with a student one row ahead. “so where’s your homework at Nathan?”

Nathen himself was a normal looking boy for his age with short brown hair and blue eyes, he sighed before replying to the teacher. “I forgot to do it last night miss parker…”

“Well you know the rules, please hand over your shoes.” Miss parker replied holding out her free hand as Nathen hesitated for a minute before reaching down to taking off his white and blue Nike sports shoes, undoing the laces before slipping them off and setting them onto his desk, at which point Miss parker grabbed both shoes by the laces and walked them back to her desk where she set them down explaining. “since this is the second time this week Nathen that you forgot your homework you can have them back at the end of the day Tuesday understand.”

Nathen said nothing as he just nodded to his teacher and agreed with what she said as miss parker continued to gather the homework from the other students, soon reaching Alex’s desk and asking him. “so Alex where if your homework today?”

“Look I was so sure that I had it last night when I put it into my bag, I must of just forgot it in my bag.” Alex replied a bit scared as miss Parker just sighed before saying. “well you know the rules regardless hand over your shoes.”

Alex’s heart sunk as he hesitated for a few minutes before miss parker stated a bit annoyed holding out her free hand. “I said take off your shoes and hand them to me right now.”

Sighing since he knew there was no way he was getting out of this Alex reached down and started to undo the brown laces of his black rebook sneakers, slipping them over slowly with an embarrassed blush on his face as he exposed his black socks with red on the toes and heel to the open air. As he picked up his untied sneakers and set them onto the desk with miss parker quickly snatching them up by the laces before she said. “that wasn’t so hard and don’t worry you will get them back at the end of the day.”

Looking worried as he nervously rubbed his socked feet together Alex couldn’t help but watch as Miss parker walked with his shoes in hand to her desk and sent them beside Nathen’s shoes before she continued to gather up everyone else’s homework sheets before starting class, while the foot shy Alex had a hard time with it since during class a few classmates from neighboring desks seemed to be staring at his socked feet.

School for Alex for the rest of the day was pretty normal with him having no other problems, though he didn’t like the fact he was stuck walking in his socks for the whole the school day, Luckily true to her word miss parker returned Alex’s shoes at the end of the day before he walked home with Penelope and Natalie.

Stealing Alex’s Clogs

Author – MC

“…but my god, Amy is such a bitch, I could strangle her.”

Matt had already tuned out from Laura’s usual lunch conversation- how much she hated X other girl. It was different every day. Matt could never keep track of her ‘hit list’ though, because it was during this time that Matt got a peek around at today’s sightings. Ever since he’d come to college and eaten lunch in the cafeteria, he had used the location to people-watch. More accurately, he watched their shoes.
He wasnt really sure when he’d come by this curiosity… ok fine it was a little bit of an obsession. But he couldnt help but stare when he saw a pair of shoes he liked. Usually these were of the backless variety… and if someone happened to have their shoe come off, that was a special treat.

Sure lots of girls wore backless shoes and sandals, but what was unique about college was that some guys wore shoes like that too, especially when the weather was warmer. Guys in leather flip flops would slap along and draw his attention, and some guys wore those adidas slides… they were more interesting because you could pair them with socks. He preferred there to be socks.
But today, something new walked into the caf. Matt’s gaze trailed down a long pair of slim fitted jeans to the suede Birkenstock clogs at their cuffs. Matt could see all the way across the room the light gray socks peeking through from his heels. Most college guys didnt own shoes like that. There must be something unique about him, perhaps a more relaxed personality? Sometimes Matt even wore clogs with a wood sole that had a little bit of a heel. They were intriguing.
Laura had paused her prattling. He was doing it again. Did he honestly think she never noticed that he always looks at people’s shoes? And often times -guys-. And if he’s gay that doesn’t matter to her, but they are BEST FRIENDS. She was entitled to know what this is about.
She followed his eyes. Alex is wearing clogs again… and Matt is staring.

“Clogs.” She says, manner-of-fact.
“What?”
“They’re called clogs, Matt.”

“I know what they’re called.” Matt hadn’t stopped looking at brown suede. Their wearer was walking now, and they were either too big or ill-fitted, because his heels were lifting up very far… how did he not walk out of them? WAIT. She had noticed him staring. He made eye contact with her, then looked down, embarrassed.

Laura smirked. “Don’t feel bad. You should have told me you had a little fetish.”
“It’s not a-”
“What is it then, Mr. Kinky Matt?”

He had no answer.

Matt gave her a stern look as under the table he felt one of Laura’s very on-trend high heel clogs lift up the cuff on his left ankle. His leg recoiled and he felt Laura’s clog fall off and onto the top of his foot, then clattering to the tiled floor. She laughed under her breath, proud of herself for having discovered this new information.
Matt got his revenge by corralling her shoe between his boots and pulling it where she couldnt reach. She frowned and as she fumbled around trying to get it back, his attention was back on that guy’s feet. They were walking in his direction. Oh shit. He heard the open heels scuff along as he dragged the loose clogs along. Matt’s stare was locked again.

And that’s when this guy and his friends sat down at the table next to them.
Thankfully, Laura was tactful enough not to embarass him publicly. And she lowered her voice when she noticed that Alex and his clogs had come to sit near them. Alex crossed his long legs and one of the clogs slipped down to dangle on the end of his foot. She wondered if Matt had a boner… then the slight hue of red in his cheeks answered her question.
Matt felt Laura grab his hand. He stopped staring and looked her in the eye as she leaned forward. She was making sure that guy didnt notice.
“Alex is going to that party tonight.”
“Who?”
She darted her eyes to the guy in the clogs, and back to Matt.
“Oh…”
“Let’s take his clogs.” She wore a devilish grin.
“WHAT?!”
She hushed him. “I’ve done it before, it’s so easy. People leave their shoes at the door or something and I just… put on the ones I like when I leave.”
“No, no that’s…” Matt started to say it was crazy, but then he realized how tempting the idea was… He wanted to do it.
And Laura could tell she was about to have a partner in crime.

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That night, there was a complication. People weren’t leaving their shoes at the door. As things got more exciting, a few girls had ditched their heels so they could walk, but Alex’s clogs had stayed on his feet… mostly. Matt’s heart rate pounded when one clog got kicked off in his direction as Alex moved through a tight crowd.

Matt wanted to snatch it up, but froze. He watched intently over his drink as Alex hobbled over in one gray sock and, laughing with the girls who watched this happen, slipped his foot back inside. Matt was hard as a rock, and Laura gave him a knowing pat on the shoulder.
“Hang in there, guy. Take your chance when you get it.”
What happened next Matt never really did understand. Laura ambled over to Alex and twirled her blonde hair as she said something in his ear. Whatever it was, it made the rest of the girls giggle, Alex smile and he whispered something to his friend. Matt thought his name was… Eric?
Eric and Matt made their way to an open couch in the room. As the whole group of girls watched intently, Eric pushed Alex onto the arm of the couch. Alex’s feet hung off the ground.
Suddenly, Eric moved on Alex and sat facing him on his lap, their lips pressed together. The group of girls cheered excitedly. The sudden movement caused Alex to start falling backward onto the couch, and, as Matt watched agape, both of Alex’s clogs dropped off of his feet.
In the excitement, a crowd formed around the couch to watch the guys make out. It was all too easy for Matt to slip to the end of the couch and snatch up the clogs. The shoes in his hands, he made eye contact with Laura, who was texting him. He left the room with his prize and looked at his phone: “i think its time for u to leave ;)”
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When Matt got in his car, he couldn’t wait any longer. He slipped out of his chelsea boots and tossed them in the passenger seat. He slipped his socked feet into Alex’s clogs one foot at a time. They were very roomy; Alex’s feet were larger than his. They were still warm.
Matt lifted his right foot slightly, just to see what it felt like. The clog slipped down his foot, exposing the blue ankle socks he had worn under his leather boots. Matt’s foot trembled with excitement and the soft suede slipped off the end of his toes.