I had recently finished college and had spent quite a few weeks looking for a suitable occupation but nothing had come up yet. I was receiving letters daily about job applications but when I opened this letter it was a complete shock and I didn't understand it. It read:

Dear Robert

A number of our clients have put your name forward as being a person who could be interested in filling a vacant position in our organisation. I cannot give you any further information in this letter but I feel it will be in your interest to contact me as soon as possible to arrange a meeting when I will be able to give you further details. I can assure you that this is genuine and will be of interest to you.

Yours sincerely

Maureen Wyles (Mrs.)

The letter had a telephone number but no company name or address. I didn't know what to make of it. I rang the number and a lady answered the phone with a very pleasant Hallo. I told her I had received a letter. She said, 'Oh good you must be Robert'. I told her I was and asked her what the letter was about. She said that I needed to visit her and she would give me full details. I asked her what sort of work it was but she refused to say and said, 'Can you meet me at 12.30 today and I'll give you full details'. I said I would but where was the address and she said she would collect me at my house at that time. I was worried because this was so unusual but also very intrigued. I spent the morning just wondering what it could be. I would never have guessed in a hundred years.

From about 12.15 onwards I found myself gazing out of the window. At precisely 12.30 a large BMW stopped outside. The woman saw me looking but didn't get out of the car. I went outside. She opened her door and got out. She reached out and shook my hand and introduced herself as Mrs. Maureen Wyles. She was elegantly dressed, well made up and probably in her early forties. She looked quite wealthy. She said we were going back to her office where she would give me full details of what she was offering me. I asked some questions but she said I would have to wait for a few minutes. The drive only took about 10 minutes. I couldn’t help noticing how her skirt rode up her legs and exposed a large expanse of stocking. We pulled into a car park and got out. I noticed that she wore attractive high heeled shoes. I followed her into a smart building and up a flight of stairs. She took out her keys and opened the door. We walked into a very plush office. She asked if I wanted a drink and we sat opposite each other on leather sofas. I had trouble keeping my eyes off her crossed legs.

She then said, 'Listen to what I tell you, don't ask any questions until I have finished explaining everything. My company offers selected clients the opportunity to experience and live out their fantasies. All our clients are female and all have a fetish about shoes and feet. Through that door over there is my showroom which we will look at later. It is stocked with every imaginable shoe and size. If one of my clients wants something I don't have, I get it made. All of my clients get sexually aroused through their love of shoes and feet worship and your name has been put forward by a number of my clients as being the person they would like them to help enjoy their fetish and fantasy.

Our last young man found it too demanding and left after about 3 months. Let me show you my showroom. I got up and followed her. I looked at her legs and wondered if she too had a shoe and foot fetish. She opened the door and we walked into another very plush room. All around the walls were racks of shoes of every description. There were no trainers or slippers but lots of very elegant feminine shoes. Some with very high heels, a lot of thigh length boots, PVC boots, leather boots of all colours. I had never seen so many different types.

In the centre of the room were 2 large sofas and 4 large armchairs. We walked round and she handed me several pairs of shoes. The way she held them convinced that they too were her fetish. The look on her face as she stroked a pair six inch high heels gave the game away.

We sat on one of the sofas in the middle of the room and she took out a wad of papers and said, 'This is a list of our clients with a detailed profile of each one. The profile has been completed by them personally so anything you see written down is genuine. I will read you some of the names. You will recognise them and they have asked for you personally.'