"C-Can we reschedule the interview?" Kylina stammered.  "I had an accident on the way here, and... my shoe..."  Kylina gestured toward her left foot, clad in only a backseam stocking.  Kylina didn't dare tell her interviewer the truth--that she had been snooping around in an office she didn't belong in before the interview and had lost her shoe in there.  She had also lost her handbag, which contained her resume.  She was on the verge of tears.

"It's okay, Kylina," said Mr. Akrutin, an Ablek who served as the company's personnel manager.  "Accidents happen, and I won't hold your missing shoe against you.  So relax, and come inside with me."  And with a friendly smile, Mr. Akrutin waved Kylina into his office.

Instead of directing her to sit down in the chair facing his desk, he stood near that chair and seemed lost in thought for a moment.  Then he snapped to attention.  "Since we're meeting for the first time, let me tell you a bit about myself.  My name is Zendon Akrutin, and I'm the personnel manager here at Inno Solutions."  He offered his hand to Kylina.  As they shook hands, Kylina could swear that Mr. Akrutin was looking down past their hands to her stocking foot.

He walked over to the bookshelves to the left of the door, and motioned to Kylina to follow.  Kylina could only manage the awkward hobble that results from wearing just one high heel.  She noticed Mr. Akrutin sneaking another peek at her nylon foot.  "Back on Ablekara, I went to Arshalek University, where I earned a bachelor's degree in sociology," he said, pointing out his diploma.  "I went into the consulting field for a few years, then I went back to school and got my degree in business management," he continued, gesturing toward another diploma from the Tobati Institute.  "Then I came here and joined the Inno Solutions team," he said, crossing over to the bookshelves to the right of the door.  Again he motioned to the one-shoed bat to follow him, and again he stole a quick glance at her exposed foot.

"As you can see, my career here has been very successful," he declared as he showed off several shelves full of awards from the company.  "Last year, in fact, I won the Inno Solutions Employee of the Year award," he said proudly, directing Kylina's attention toward his greatest achievement.  "Now, if you would have a seat..."  He finally pointed toward the chair which faced his desk.

Kylina was happy to sit down.  She noted that Mr. Akrutin didn't really come off as an egomaniac--he didn't seem natural when he was talking up his own accomplishments.  She was convinced that the whole introduction had been contrived in order to keep her from sitting down and hiding her foot for as long as possible.  Mr. Akrutin clearly had a foot fetish, and Kylina thought she could exploit the situation.

On that hunch, Kylina crossed her left leg over her right, making her stocking foot easily visible over the top of the desk, and fanned out her toes.  Mr. Akrutin's eyes darted straight to her toes.  "N-Now tell me about yourself, Kylina," he said, obviously distracted.  "Okay," Kylina said, tugging at the nylon stretched between her toes.  "I'm originally from Ramnus.  I come from a clan of bats that used to live on a dormant volcano called Mount Rezunak.  But then the volcano became active, so we had to leave, and my family came here."  Kylina was now stroking her nylon sole with her fingers.  "We were sad to leave our homes, but there's a lot of opportunity here.  So far, I've had a couple of administrative jobs where I gained valuable experience.  But until now, I've only dipped my toes in the water..."  She gave him a quick toe wiggle.  "...and now I'd like to take the next step."  She bounced her foot up and down like a yo-yo.

"Now, I have a question for *you*, Mr. Akrutin," said Kylina with a sly smile.  "Do you like my stockings?  Because you've been staring at my foot the whole time."

Mr. Akrutin was clearly flustered.  "Well, it's, uh, they're..."

"It's okay," Kylina said sweetly.  "You can play with my foot."  And with that, she extended her left leg and lowered her stocking foot onto the desk, just inches in front of her interviewer.  She wiggled her toes invitingly.

Resistance was futile.  Mr. Akrutin took hold of Kylina's foot with both hands and rubbed the large pink paw pad on the ball of her foot with both thumbs.  He moved his hands up and fondled her wiggling toes.  Then he massaged her whole foot, his hands gliding up and down the silky surface of her stocking.

"To answer your question," Mr. Akrutin said as he continued rubbing, "I LOVE your stockings.  I've never seen a nice fancy pair like these so close up!"

"They're called full-fashioned stockings," Kylina happily informed him.  "And this is called a Cuban heel," she added, pointing at the triangle of darker nylon that stretched over the back of her foot and up her Achilles' tendon.

"It turns me on just hearing you talk about your stockings," Mr. Akrutin said.  "May I... May I kiss your toes, Kylina?"

"You can do anything you want to my foot, baby," said Kylina seductively.  And with that, Mr. Akrutin leaned forward and eagerly kissed each beautiful toe, alternating between them to make sure each toe received an equal number of kisses.  And he kissed each toe in every spot he could think of--on the toenails, painted a glossy magenta, on the base of the toes, and on the cute pink pad on the underside.

He then pressed his snout against her sole pad and inhaled deeply.  The sniffing was weird, Kylina thought, but if it floated his boat, she had no problem with it.

Now Mr. Akrutin began to lavish long licks upon the entire length of her nylon-clad sole, from heel to toe.  After a few of those, he focused his tongue on the ball of her foot, and then on the individual toes.

Then he lowered his lips over the tip of Kylina's left big toe, and took it deeply into his mouth, bobbing his head up and down on it as he slowly sucked it.  He then repeated this treatment on her second and third toes, then tried his best to cram all those lovely toes in his mouth at the same time, lovingly sucking and slurping them.

At this point, Kylina's toes and hose were drenched in saliva.  Mr. Akrutin looked up at her face and cautiously asked, "Did you say I could do anything I wanted to your foot?"  Kylina looked down at his crotch, and as she expected, he had a very obvious boner.

"Anything," Kylina said, showing off her razor-sharp fangs in a huge grin.  With her entire stockinged leg now draped over the desk, she reached down and pawed at his hard-on with her nylon foot.

"Fuck yes," Mr. Akrutin grunted, and unzipped his slacks.  He pulled out his cock, twitching with anticipation.  Nodding knowingly, Kylina teased his tip with her toes, swirling the presemen which had already started to leak out around.  Then with a single toe, she stroked his shaft up and down, making her interviewer moan with pleasure.  She used her toes to fondle his balls momentarily.  Then she began to slide her entire saliva-slicked, silky seamed stocking sole up and down his penis, slowly at first.  "Ah!  Yes, Kylina!"  Mr. Akrutin gasped.  "I love your feet!  I love your STOCKINGS!"  Kylina skillfully stroked him faster and faster.  "This is the most incredible sexual experience I've ever had!"  Mr. Akrutin exclaimed as Kylina's talented footpaw stimulated him more and more.  Finally, Kylina was throttling him as fast as her left foot could go, and she could tell he wouldn't last much longer.

"Holy shit, Kylina!  I'm COMING!" Mr. Akrutin cried as he reached the most intense orgasm of his life, launching spurts of jizz that spattered all over Kylina's sole, her toes, and even her lower leg, not to mention the desk, the floor, and his own slacks.

With a mischievous grin on her face, Kylina leaned forward and asked, "So, did I get the job?"