Brittney, the Tapgirl Princess

Brittney, The Tapgirl Princess.
14-year-old Brittney leads an entire town into putting clicky-sounding metal taps on their shoes and boots, does the tough grrl act, w/ bleached blonde hair, seductive smoking, and an active sex life.


FOREWARD TO READERS: This story is mainly going to appeal to people who share the fetishes featured--clicky-sounding metal taps on shoes, bleached blonde hair, smoking. But if you're interested in a fairly mild story about an assertive teenaged girl, you might enjoy the story anyway. Just don't expect steamy, wild eroticism.

This is my first story and posting on this site. I couldn't see how to get email responses from readers, but if you don't want to post a review to the site, you can email me at tapgrrl@gmail.com.

For more on the taps fetish, go to Yahoo groups site: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/metaltapsonshoesandboots/

Here goes! (25 chapters written so far. Posting them one every few days.)

CHAPTER ONE:

Boys weren't always the most important thing in Brittney's life. There was a time—though it was hard to remember—that Brittney didn't do things just to get their attention. Like the time when she was 13 and ran away from home, it wasn't because of a boy—she was just angry at her parents and tired of them trying to interfere with her life. And when she started smoking that year, it wasn't to get the boys to look at her; she just found that smoking helped her feel more at ease and more grown up. And although she certainly was aware that boys were attracted to girls with blonde hair, it wasn't because of that that she decided to bleach her shoulder-length straight brown hair. She just liked the way that blonde hair looked on her.

But every time she did these things, she ended up making the other girls jealous of her, and she found it really hard to stay friends with her girlfriends for very long. And the opposite happened with boys. Every time she lit up a cigarette, tossed her blonde hair around, and exhaled in that special way she taught herself to, boys would flock to her. That made her feel really wanted and helped to fill that void of friendship in her life. So more and more, the things she did she did for the attention of boys, and as her former girlfriends kept telling vicious lies about her, she had to do everything she could to show the boys that she was worthy of their attention.

One day, not long after she started high school, she discovered something that really did get the boys' attention. She was supposed to be in school that day, but she often found it much more fun to rummage around in old thrift shops for clothes and jewelry. And besides, school was B-O-R-I-N-G. She'd gone into a really artsy thrift shop she'd just discovered, and while perusing the shoe aisle suddenly saw some vintage 1960s cowboy boots that really appealed to her—black boots, soft leather, tapered heels, with gorgeous swirly blue and grey designs going up the 10-inch shaft. Although they were men's boots, they fit her quite well. One thing about them was different, though. On the bottom of the heel, they had this huge plate of steel, in a horseshoe shape, and when she walked around in them they made the most awesome clicky sound. It was music to her ears!

When she asked the woman who was running the shop about the steel plates, the woman replied, "Oh, those are horseshoe taps. Guys used to put them on their loafers and boots and even their oxfords, mostly because of the noise they made. They were great at attracting the girls!" The woman paused for a moment, and then continued, with a slight smile on her face. "Taps were also great on girls' shoes for attracting boys!"

Well, that was all Brittney needed to know. Except one thing. "Can I get those horseshoe taps put on the other shoes I own?" The clerk replied, "I don't know—ask Sam at the Shoe Repair down the street."

So after purchasing her new-old cowboy boots, and wearing them out of the store (of course), she walked directly to Sam's, making such an awesome sound on the sidewalk that by the time she got to the shoe repair place, she was already wet in that spot that responds to that kind of excitement. "So, Sam," she said to the older Italian guy who operated the shop she'd been in numerous times but never thought much about. "See these boots I just got." Standing on one leg, she bent the other backwards so Sam could see the horseshoe taps underneath. "So do you still put these horseshoe taps on people's shoes and boots?"

"Not very often," said Sam, with a twinkle in his eye. "Most people these days like the quiet black nylon taps for some reason. But I never understood that. I always liked to put the metal taps on people's shoes, particularly the girls' shoes."

"Oh," asked Brittney. "Did girls used to put horseshoe taps on also?"

"Well, not so often," said Sam. "Mostly the girls put metal taps on their shoes that looked like this." And he held up a kidney-shaped metal plate, about two inches long, with three holes for the nails that would attach them to the shoes. "This is the kind of tap that most of the girls wore on their shoes…. Except for these—and he held up a steel spike. "Women used to come in to have these steel spikes put on to replace the rubber tips on their dressy pumps."

"Well," said Brittney. "Those kidney plates look nice to me. How about putting them on these loafers?" And she gave him the pair of loafers that she'd been wearing when she bought her new cowboy boots.

"OK," said Sam. "I can put some taps on them. How large a pair would you like on the loafers?"

"Big ones," said Brittney. "I really like the sounds these horseshoe taps make on my new cowboy boots. So can you make the loafers make the same kind of sound?"

"Sure," said Sam. He fiddled in his drawer for awhile, and then said, "here, these would be good for your loafers." They were bright, shiny taps, marked Eagle and the number 7 on them, and he disappeared into the back and started pounding the taps into Brittney's loafers.

With each bang of Sam's hammer, Brittney felt her heart pound. The thought that those shiny, metal plates would soon be on the loafers she wore day in and day out was hugely exciting. Her juices started flowing once again.

Soon, Sam emerged from the back of the shop. He said, "Brittney, I hope you don't mind but I put on another pair of taps on the loafers too. I added some taps at the front, just like the ones on your cowboy boots. You hadn't asked about toe taps, but I thought you'd like them." And then Brittney looked at her cowboy boots and saw that they too had metal plates under the toes. She'd been so excited by the horseshoe taps, she hadn't even noticed them!

"Sure, Mr. Sam. They look fine under the toes too. Did girls put taps anywhere else besides the toes and heels?"

"Yes, Brittney. Sometimes they put them on the sides of the soles, like this." And he placed a smaller tap, about an inch and a half long, on the side of one of the soles of a loafer to show her. "Do you want me to put some side taps on, too?"

"Well, let's save those for next time," Brittney said. "I need to break myself in slowly with taps. They're brand new to me."

So she left the shoe repair store with a newfound affection for it and its owner, Sam DiMaggio. And then she walked back to school, this time in her loafers, with their brand new shiny heel and toe taps.

How nice were they? Well, from Brittney's point of view, they were very nice. Not only did she love the clickety-click sounds the large heel taps made and the little teeny click the toe tap made when it too slipped across the cement, but in the ten blocks she had to walk to her school, she counted 5 young men who smiled at her and 4 older women who gave disapproving stares (which she interpreted as a positive sign). Then, as she clicked into the school, down the hall to her hateful history class, and settled into her seat, she managed to stop the entire school in its tracks, every eye trained on her. Most importantly, for Brittney, every boy was smiling at her, and, she thought excitedly, was probably drooling to get inside her pants. And that made her feel very special.