I'm so pleased with myself! Dressed in tight leggings, cropped cardigan, and sexy high-heeled mules, I come back to report to you that I've stolen the information you requested. It was easy in the end - I managed to basically enrapture the CEO by dangling my stilettos from my large, red nail-polished feet. It worked perfectly! As I tell you the story, I of course dangle the shoes from my feet in front of you too, crossing and uncrossing my legs as i go. I say 'thanks' for the beverage you've given me, but soon after taking a sip, I start to feel rather odd. Next thing I know I'm coming around, tied to the staircase, with my hands above me and on tiptoe in my impractical shoes. How dare he double cross me! I bet he's hidden the files I stole for him somewhere in the house. I'm gonna get free, and then I'm gonna steal them back; that'll show him! Urgh, it's really hard, trying to get out, though. My hands are all the way above my head, and soon I lose a shoe, followed by the other. Now I'm on tiptoe in bare feet, with my leggings beginning to come down (exposing the back of my thong) and my sweater riding up, making my belly button clearly visible. I'm feeling every inch the damsel in distress, and am not enjoying it at *all*. Finally, I manage to struggle my way free, and then I set out to search the house. Every time I look up high, on top of cupboards, more of my thong panties get exposed, and I get up on tiptoe over and over again in my high heels. My belly button remains visible as I bend and stretch to search every corner, and you get a very thorough view of my body before I finally find what I'm looking for!