Senior Prom Part I

By Joe C.

SENIOR PROM, Part 1

Back in high school, I remember how all of the attractive girls in my school used to have a tight clique that I could never seem to get friendly with. The girl I was seeing was not in this group and I always was hoping that she would be accepted by the school's elite beauties because that was what she always wanted. My girlfriend's name was Joan, and while she wasn't friendly with the six most beautiful girls in the school, she still was very attractive at 5'3", 110 pounds, and with short blonde hair. We were both not that popular for some unknown reason and tended to stay by ourselves a lot during the year that we went out steady. This would all soon change at our senior prom. It turns out that one of the "elite clique's" parents owned a small motel down the shore that everyone wanted to stay at after the prom and Mellisa, the owner's daughter, was being extremely picky about who would get a reservation at daddy's motel on that night. She couldn't have just any geek partying with her and her beautiful friends. When Joan found this out she begged me to try and talk to Mellissa and see if I could get us a reservation for after the prom. I had no leverage with Mellisa since I was never given the time of day from her but I would do anything for my girlfriend so I was going to ask anyway. About a week before the prom I approached Mellisa and told her of my request and she literally laughed in my face. What is worse, the other five girls that were in her group were right with her laughing also. I was mad but I couldn't let down my girlfriend so I mindlessly said, "If you let us stay, I will pay any price." She responded evilly with, "Any price?" I said, "Yes, any price." With this, her friend Terry (5'0", 98 pounds, red hair) said, "All right, let's see about that. Get on your hands and knees and beg for Mellisa's permission to stay." I knew she was dead serious and thought about it for a minute, thought about my girlfriend, and decided to do it. Joan was worth a few seconds of embarrassment, I thought. After being on my hands and knees in the empty school library, Michelle (5'10", 130 pounds, long brown hair) said, "Now bow down to her and kiss her feet and ask again." This was a nightmare. I felt sick in my stomach but could not go back to Joan and tell her we couldn't stay where the best after-prom party was so I bowed down and started kissing her white sneakers and asking over and over again for permission. After about two minutes of this with these six bitches laughing, Mellisa said, "Great job. Only one problem though, you kissed my shoes, ass hole. Now start kissing my FEET." As Mellisa sat down on a chair, I started to take off her shoes like a servant and before I went to kiss her sockedfeet, I realized that, once again, socks were not feet either. I swallowed mypride at this moment and with all six of the girls laughing at me, I took off her socks and started kissing her bare feet, which were sweating from the gym class that they just finished. Kathy (5'5", 135 pounds, short blonde hair)said, "I don't hear any begging. I don't think you really want to stay." With that I began saying, "Please Mellisa, can I please stay at your motel." Then suddenly it slipped. I don't know why, but just not to be repetitive I said, "Me and Joan will do whatever you girls say if you will just let us stay." All at once all six said things to the effect of, "Yeah--you got yourself a deal "and "Allright, get little Joan down here right now." I could never call Joan and ask her to witness my humiliation, it would have killed her. But, after being told that my foot kissing was not enough, I thought that even Joan seeing me degrade myself would be worth making her happy on her prom night. Only it was not Joan watching that they wanted. From the cafeteria we all went to Paige's (5'4", 105 pounds, blonde hair)house while they smiled like the won the lottery. At Paige's I called Joan and asked her to come over. She was wondering why I was at Paige's and agreed to come over. Since she was only a block away, Joan was there in about a minute and walked in to see me on my hands and knees, now kissing Terry's bare feet while she smiled at Joan. Once Michelle filled her in on the details while I continued to kiss, Joan was told of my last promise. Michelle said, "Your boyfriend said that you would both do whatever we said to stay at the motel, so here is the deal. Now we want YOU to get on your hands and knees next to your boyfriend and join him in cleaning the sweat off our feet with your tongue." I thought, "Oh, no," Joan is going to try to kill her and the six of them will jump her, but that is not what happened. I never realized how much my girlfriend wanted to be popular until then. Joan thought about it while I kissed Terry's feet and watched her out of the corner of my eye. After about a minute of silence Michelle said, "Well..." Joan said, "If I do it, we can stay at the motel?" Mellisa said, "I will give you a room number right after you are done cleaning our toe jam," with a laugh. I then saw my beloved girlfriend bow her head, sink down to her hands and knees and sadly say, "Who is first?" Mellisa told me to stop kissing Terry's feet and said that since it was her father's motel that she would go first. I could not believe what was happening. Me and Joan were too embarrassed to even make eye contact. Mellisasaid that I could do the right feet and Joan could do the left but the rules were that after we were done, if there was one spot of dirt or sweat or toe jam, that we were out of the motel. We both said, "Yes Michelle," and began cleaning her feet. We were told how to do it--start sucking the little toe first, clean under the toenail with our teeth, swallow, clean the toe jam between that and the next toe, and repeat until we reached the big toe. Onetime I left some dirt under a toe nail and realized that I had better go back and get it out and swallow it or else the deal was off. After the toes, we were to lick the top of the foot up to the ankles and then lick the soles of her feet from heel to toe with long, non-stop strokes while she sat back and said stuff like "It's good to own a few slaves", and "What does toe jam taste like anyway? I wouldn't know since I don't have to lick people's feet clean. I'm beautiful." After half an hour it was time to go on to Michelle, whose feet were much longer and sweatier. Just to be a bitch, she decided that her toenails were too long and ordered us to chew them down to size and swallow what we bit off. This was horrible. The entire ordeal took us three hours of constant foot licking and toe sucking. Before we were dismissed though, Terry added a new stipulation. Since we were responsible for making the soles of their feet wet, we would have to dry them off. We were ordered to lay on the floor with our heads sideways while the six of them took turns first standing full weight on my head with both feet and wiping them dry, and then without touching the floor, stepping over onto the side of my girlfriends face and wiping their feet off again.

TO BE CONTINUED....

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