So she found some black cat ears on a headband for five dollars, and a pair of black fishnet stockings caught her eye. Then she drifted over to the shoes, where she spent a good fifteen minutes trying on high heels and slingbacks and boots that had nothing to do with dressing up like a cat and cost more than she really needed to spend, but Lord, they were cute! If she skimped on the rest of the costume, and if she promised to wear the shoes every chance she got, maybe she could justify splurging on a new pair…?
Oh, I totally deserve these,she told herself, savoring the way a pair of black heels looked on her. They were mid-platform pumps with a rounded toe and four inch stilettos that practically screamed, Fuck me.Could she wear these to the office on casual Friday? Who would see them if she kept her feet under her desk?
A saleslady appeared in the mirror behind Jenny. “Can I help you with anything?”