Stealing chavs shoes

Author – Shoeless Guy

I work for the council housing department and was driving to inspect a house that had just been vacated, I passed three older teenagers, around 17 to 18 years of age, typically dressed with their black socks tucked into their trackie bottoms and wearing hoodies. They where all wearing similar looking black Air Max Nike trainers. They had the typical teenage swagger trying to look cool.
I had finished inspecting the three storey house and was about to leave and noticed an open window, I was about to close it when I overheard a conversation from outside. It was the three teenagers I had seen earlier sat on the garden wall. They where looking for someone called Aiden, they where going to beat him up but couldn’t work out where he lived. My impression was they weren’t very nice guys but had a good taste in footwear. I had a very risky idea. I found a black bin bag and tucked it behind the hallway radiator. I took off my jacket, placed it on the post at the bottom of the stairs. I kicked off my shoes, this made the house look like it was lived in. I stepped outside in my socks, walked up to the teenagers and asked if I could help as they looked lost. “Do you know anyone around here called Aiden” asked one of them. “Aiden who” I said. “Aiden Brown, he’s an old school mate” said another. I told them he lives here and I was his older brother, seeing me in my socks made them think I actually lived here.
“You can come in if you like, I’m sure he’ll be happy and surprised to see you” I said.
“He will definitely be surprised” one of them said.
They followed me into the house, “One thing lads, mum’s very houseproud and she’s rather unwell and in bed so can you take off your shoes and creep very slowly up the stairs to not disturb her. I’m sure you’d do the same for your own dear mothers” I said. “No worries mate” said one of them. They kicked off their trainers displaying their black socks with trackie bottoms tucked in, they left them next to my tan lace up shoes in the hallway. I told them Aiden’s room was on the top floor and he was on his play station, he’d be pleased to see them, “Would you like a cup of tea” I asked. “Yeah mate three sugars cheers” said one. They started climbing the stairs, “Remember lads slowly and quietly” I said as I watched their socked feet climb the stairs in slow motion. I put on my jacket and as soon as the last foot disappeared on the landing I grabbed the bin bag and stuffed all three pairs of Nikes inside as well as my own shoes as I had no time to tie the laces. I opened the front door, closed it slowly and legged it down the street in my socks to my car. I put on my shoes and drove around the block. After several minutes I spotted the three lads walking down the street in their socked feet. I made sure they where we’ll away from the house, returned and secured it. I passed them in the car, their teenage swagger had gone as they walked along the street shoeless. Hopefully they’d forget about beating up somebody called Aiden.

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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!

Took soles from a girl wearing Nike’s

Author – Derek

I remember when my pants ripped during the middle of class and i need to change them. so I asked for permission from my teacher and was escorted by a dean to the merit school store where they had spare pants. When I was privately switching out my pants with the ones i was borrowing, I noticed a pair of sneakers on the floor and remembered that they belonged to a girl that i know, I knew that she takes off her shoes and switches out to her slides and leaves the sneakers she takes off in the merit store, so when I realized this i knew I had an opportunity to snatch them but the problem was I didn’t have a bag on me and if i took them out a teacher waiting for me outside would’ve been suspicious so what i did was grab the shoes and ripped the soles from both of them and to my surprise they were dirty with her footprint visibly showing so i stuffed them in the pants i was about to put in my locker and after i was able to get them home.

( the funny thing about of this is when i was waiting for my school bus to come I saw the girl that left her shoes in the store with her friends and just so happening to be wearing the shoes that were missing the soles and when i saw her face after walking out of the school she was upset and i was hearing her complain about how her soles were missing.)

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.

Library theif 

Author – Shoelover

One day I was in the library and I noticed this blonde girl stretched out on the couch in the library and she was completely passed out. She took off her black and purple Nikes and left them on the floor for someone like me to take. I waited to make a move but she kept tossing and turning. Then suddenly she got up and I thought my luck ran out. Thinking that she was going to put her sneakers back on and head to the bathroom, she didn’t! She walked in her white socks across the library floor and left her shoes behind. I was back in luck and I scored myself some purple and black Nikes.

Neighbours Nike’s

Author – Shoelover

I usually get along with all my neighbors but one day I bugged out when my 28year old lady neighbor decided to to let her dog poop on my lawn without picking it up. I was so pissed off that I found out where exactly she lived and I plotted my revenge. I noticed that every time she came back home after a morning jog or a late night run, she habitually left her sneakers on the doorstep of her house. So one night I waited for her to go back home and saw her take off her green nikes. I then waited until I saw the lights go out and then I made the run for her front doorstep and snagged her sneakers. I hope she learned a lesson not to let her dog poop on my property ever again.