It had the makings of a perfect date, thought Martin, as he escorted Kelly to the front door of her apartment building. Only one thing could make it more perfect.
Kelly smiled sweetly as she turned. “Wanna to come up?” she asked. Surprised to be asked, Martin paused. “Now don’t think you’re getting lucky tonight, my roommates are here,” she added with a giggle, playfully pinching Martin’s stomach.
“I wasn’t thinking that,” he replied. “Only, I’ve had such a great time. I’d be happy to leave things as they are.”
“And just leave me … like that.” Kelly grabbed hold of his arm. “I don’t think so.”
Her forwardness took him by surprise, but he let Kelly lead him inside and up the stairs.
“I’m so looking forward to crashing on the sofa,” she said, sliding her fingers though her short dark-brown hair. I’ve been on my feet all day and I’m exhausted.” Martin glanced her over, stunning in her blouse, skirt, black tights and high-heel loafers. Pity she had roommates. At least he could invite her to his place.
Kelly stopped in front of a doorway on the second floor and let go of Martin’s arm. She smiled at him as she slid a hand into her purse to retrieve her keys.
“If my roommates are here, just ignore them. We’ll go to my room … have some coffee.” She turned the key in the lock and, with her other hand, pushed the door open.
The door opened to reveal a dimly-lit hallway. Beyond was the murmur of women’s voice, punctuated by the occasional giggle and shriek. Silence preceded a roar of laughter.
“How many roommates do you have?” asked Martin.
“Three,” replied Kelly fiddling with the light switch. ”Sounds like we have company though.” The hall light became bright. “Friday nights are hen nights. Just us girls having a little fun. Watch a movie … share a little gossip. You know.” Kelly slammed the door behind her.
Footsteps signaled a new arrival who thundered into the hallway enthusiastically. She was an athletic brunette, tall and robust, wearing workout pants, sneakers and a shirt. She must have been about the same age as Kelly, somewhere in her mid-twenties. “Kelly,” she yelled. “I tried calling you.”
“I was on a blind date,” replied Kelly. “Remember?”
The woman eyed Martin with some disinterest before turning to Kelly. “It was a last minute thing, but everyone’s here: Kathie, Sabrina, Ashley, Julie.”
“Teresa, this is Martin,” said Kelly, making the introductions. “Martin … Teresa.” Martin extended a hand; Teresa accepted it and shook it. “Nice to meet you,” she said with a smile. “Nice to meet you too,” replied Martin.
“We’ll be in my room,” remarked Kelly as she walked down the hallway. Martin followed; but he didn’t get very far when Teresa grabbed his shoulder.
“Oh, no you don’t. Shoes and socks off.” Martin paused and turned.
“Oh, sorry,” explained Kelly. “guests have to take off their shoes and socks.”
“Except special guests,” added Teresa. “And you’re not a special guest tonight.” Teresa pointed to his feet. “Well?”
Martin found the custom strange, but saw no harm in it. Using the wall for balance, he pried off one shoe and bent over to peel off the sock. He did the same for the other foot; and, shoving the socks into his dress shoes, set them neatly against the wall.
Teresa retrieved the shoes and then turned to Martin. “Jacket?” Martin shrugged, choosing to play along with the peculiar hospitality.
“I think she just has a problem with formal wear,” remarked Kelly with a giggle as she turned to enter the living room.
“No,” said Teresa with a smile as Martin draped his jacket over Teresa’s arm. “I just don’t think guests should come up her only to leave. They should stay a while … relax.”
The laughter from the living room grew louder as he followed Kelly into the living room. He turned, expected to see Teresa. But she’d disappeared. Only a door swinging closed suggested where she might be. Seemed like a closet.
In front of him, Kelly squealed with delight as she saw her friends. As Martin entered, he saw five women, three seated on a sofa and two sitting cross-legged at a table covered in snacks and drinks. One of them stood up and threw her arms around a cheerful Kelly. “Girls’ night wouldn’t be the same without you, Kel,” she remarked.
While Kelly greeted her guests, Martin took a seat. No one appeared to notice him, let alone welcome him. He turned, glanced at the television. But what he saw mystified and unnerved him.
A naked man,
his arms tied behind his back and his legs tied together, moaned under a thick
wad of duct tape over his mouth. His struggles elicited only giggles and
mockery.
"Bet
you didn't think feet could get so stinky," remarked a woman off camera.
The comment drew a round of giggles off camera.
A woman
wearing shorts and dirty running shoes approached and leapt onto a sofa.
Wearing a fiendish grin, she raised a sneakered foot and, using the man's face
to pry off her sneakers then kicked them off. Upon closer inspection, the woman
appeared to be Teresa, casually dressed.
The camera
panned in to a close shot of the woman rubbing a greasy, sweaty foot over the
man's face. He struggled to turn his face away, but he couldn't. She used her
other sweaty foot to hold it in place. Several other women returned, one using
her high heels to hold his head in place. They cheered on Teresa's enthusiastic
manipulation of the man's face.
"Your
feet stink, Teresa," remarked one of the woman, holding her nose.
"Poor
guy," remarked someone else with a giggle as Teresa calmly slid her damp
feet over the man's disgusted face.
Martin was
in shock.
Kelly then
approached from behind. "You watching this old video?" Placing a hand
on his shoulder, she continued. "I can't imagine what my date must think.
You'll scare him off." Kelly laughed, as did the others, who then resumed
their seats in front of the television.
As Teresa
emerged from behind, Kelly proceeded to make the introductions. Ashley, a woman
with soft features and golden brown hair, reclined on the sofa, her knee-high boots dangling over the arm rest.
Nicole, sporty and tall like Teresa, watched TV, her legs crossed and her
sneakered feet resting on the coffee table. Julie, wearing Keds and jeans, sat
next to her, a hand fiddling with the hair she'd tied up over her head.
At the table
sat Kathie and Sabrina. Kathie was more refined, wearing a dress, shirt and
stockings under elegant boots. Sabrina was more of an overgrown Pippi
Longstocking, wearing green tights and black combat boots, as she stuffed chips
into her mouth. Sabrina winked once Kelly introduced her.
Sabrina,
eying Martin, spoke. "We got our feet pretty raunchy for that one. Poor
fucker. Didn't know what hit him.
Couldn't have seemed more surprised when we jumped him and stripped him.
The guy looked absolutely humiliated. And that was before he got a whiff of my
stinkin' feet." She laughed.
Teresa,
standing next to Kelly, turned. "I'd been wanting to raunch him for
months. I mean, look a the satisfaction on my face."
The others,
watching the screen, giggled at Teresa's obvious enthusiasm for the task. On
screen, Teresa barked orders. "Smell my nasty, stinky feet, asshole. Have a good
whiff."
Teresa
pulled up a chair next to Martin. "We ran out of tape, but I had that guy
licking my dirty feet clean and thanking me for it."
"Girl
power," yelled Nicole from the sofa. The others, giggling, chimed in.
"Girl power."
Teresa
turned to Kelly. "Here, grab a seat. Let's watch it for a while."
Kelly,
smiling, did just that, turning away from Martin to perch herself on one end of
the sofa.
On screen,
Teresa jammed her long toes up the man's nose and ordered him to keep smelling
them. Everyone loved it.
"Such a
flair for the dramatic," remarked Julie.
"Oh,
that guy was hatin' it," said Teresa. "Look at him struggle. I don't
know why they bother. I mean it's not like these guys can escape or
anything. Sure, it sucks, but when
you're getting raunched by eight women, you might as well accept it and do as
you're told. The struggle is fun at first and then it gets annoying. I mean
they're gonna smell our stinky feet, like it or not. "
On screen,
Teresa slapped the man's face with her feet, telling him to "Stop
moving." She clasped her toes over his nose and wiggled them. "Don't
you like stinky feet?" she said, taunting him.
Martin
glanced about at these seven women and suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable.
Standing up, he was about to tell Kelly he'd see her later; and then he noticed
his bare feet. He'd have to get his shoes back.
"Would
you mind if I got my shoes back. It's late and ..."
Teresa cut
him off. "See what I mean. As soon as they get here, they want to
leave."
Kelly
turned. "Martin. Would you mind if I watched this a little longer? And
then we'll go to my room."
"I
think the video's making him nervous," declared Sabrina. "Probably
thinks we're going to strip him and play footsies with his face."
Martin
hesitated. "I really should go."
Teresa stood
up and faced him. "Can't stand to watch some women having a little
fun? We humiliated the guy but he lived
to tell the tale. I'm sure you'll survive a few minutes watching it." She
gently nudged him towards his seat.
"Yeah,"
agreed Nicole. "It's just a raunching. Like when we were in school. Just
stinky feet."
Not willing
to put up a fight, Martin sat down.
The women
chuckled at the hijinks on screen, as one of the women, slid her foot out of a
boot and slid it over the man's face. The man convulsed and renewed his
struggle, but the women held him fast.
Some of them
waved hands in front of their faces and wrinkled their noses in mock disgust.
"Oh, he
was hatin' it," added Teresa with a laugh.
We were all
hatin’ it,” added Julie. “Your feet were so ripe.”
Sabrina
turned to Martin. "You should have seen how he reacted to my dogs."
"Your
feet are part of a secret government experiment in odor warfare," added
Nicole, eliciting giggles from everyone.
"When
is this guy getting here," asked Sabrina. "I can't wait to try out
these weapons on someone's face."
"What
guy?" asked Kathie. "We couldn't get him over here tonight, so we got
the video instead."
"You're
kidding, right?" replied Sabrina, arching her eyebrows.
Nicole also
seemed surprised by this piece of news. "What were we doing getting our
feet smelly if we weren't going to raunch anyone."
"Amy
and Lynn said they'd try to bring someone," continued Kathie.
"They'll be here any minute now. "
"If I
don't get someone to do our nasty feet, I'll make you smell 'em."
"Don't
blame me," added Kathie. “At least I try to bring guys here.”
Martin
didn’t like the sound of nay of this.
For five
minutes, the women gave the video their undivided attention, watching as
several women took turns sliding toes over the man's nose and under his
nostrils, demanding he smell them. "Smell my stinky feet," she yelled. He moaned and shook his head, until a kick to the face stopped him. You could hear a deep intake of breath through a set of sweaty, dirty toes.
Then the doorbell
rang. Teresa leapt to her feet and thundered down the hallway. Women could be
heard talking and laughing outside.
"They'd
better have a man," snarled Sabrina. She slammed a booted heel onto the
table. "Or there'll be hell to pay. I'm getting these babies sniffed come
hell or high water."
"Take
it easy," replied Kathie.
And then the
new arrivals emerged, without a man. Amy, a professional woman with slacks and
high heels, smiled at everyone. Lynn, more casual in a jacket, skirt and
loafers, followed.
Teresa
shrugged.
"Sorry,"
added Amy. "The offer of something kinky didn't interest any one. We tried."
"Tried?"
said Nicole. "You think I wear my Nike's without socks for several days
without washing ... for fun?"
"Why
not this guy?" asked Sabrina. "We'll do him." She turned to him.
"Ever got raunched with nine pairs of stinking feet? I may even have some
surprises between my toes. I can’t speak for the others, though."
"Yeah,"
said Julie, echoing the sentiments of the others. "No one told me we
wouldn't have a guy. I came here to have some fun. Why can't we just raunch
him?"
"I
haven’t washed my feet for days," replied Lynn with a giggle. "I'm
for it.Totally."
“Stinky good
fun,” giggled Ashley.
Martin
stood. "No. I should go." He pondered whether to just make a run for
it, shoes or no shoes. But with Kelly's
approach, he waited.
She turned
to the others. "I had a great time with this guy tonight. I actually
thought I wouldn't mind goin' to bed with him. After all, he's really cute and
sweet. But you're all my close friends. You've made sacrifices in difficult
situations, and I should do the
same." She shrugged. "He's
here. So why waste a good opportunity."
"Now
we're talking," added Sabrina with a smirk as she leapt to her feet.
Nicole and
Teresa howled and whistled.
"Besides,
my feet kinda stink. I think it'd be fun. Girl power." Kelly raised her
arms.
The other
chimed in. "Girl power."
Without
thinking, Martin made a mad dash for the hallway and raced toward the front
door. He reached for the lock, but couldn't figure it out. He turned it, it
wouldn't unlock. He turned it the other way. It still wouldn't unlock.
Martin
turned only to see Teresa, Sabrina and Kathie smiling at him. "Leaving so
soon?" asked Teresa. Several
others converged into the hallway and approached him. Had Kelly brought him up
here for this? Was this a trap? He didn't have time to think. He glanced about
for a way out. The closet?
"Playing
hard to get. I love it." remarked Sabrina. "Come on. Let's strip
him." He yelled as the girls
rushed him, sending him back against the door.
Hands grappled with him, clutching and pulling at him until he slid to
the floor.
They giggled
as they began pulling him by his feet into the living room. He struggled but there were too many of
them. His arms were pulled over his head and his shirt yanked up over his face.
More whistles and cackles accompanied the removal of his pants. They slid them
down his legs and whisked them off with a flourish. His shirt soon followed and
cuffs quickly attached to his wrists.
Kelly stood
over him and bending over, grabbed hold of his briefs and slid them down his
legs, much to the enthusiasm of the small crowd. She brandished them like a
trophy as she walked away.
Nicole and
Teresa, all smiles, quickly wound rope about his legs, tightening them with
dexterous efficiency. It couldn't have been more than twenty seconds before he
was tied securely on his back, duct tape drawn over his mouth and pressed into
place.
The women
cheered and applauded, gazing down at him with mischievous, playful grins.
Teresa gave the others high fives.
"Ready
for lots of stinky feet," asked Teresa, taking a seat at the sofa next to
him. She crossed a leg and began to untie the laces on her old converse
sneakers.
Martin
moaned his objections but it just seemed funny to them.
Teresa
continued unlacing her sneakers. I'd
advise everyone to back away." They giggled but gave her space.
She pulled
it off and then quickly pressed her dirty, damp size 9 sock foot onto his face.
Her sock revealed the dirty imprint of her toes and heel before finding his
face. The musty, pungent stench shocked
him momentarily as he inhaled the concentrated stink of well-worn socks. She
grappled with his nose, leaving him no choice but to breath in noseful after
noseful of the sour, cheesy odor of her sock toes.
Everyone was
cheering her on, just as they did in the video; and groaning at the pungent
smell.
“Disgusting,”
remarked Ashley, waving a hand in front of her face.
"Come
on," said Teresa. "If you're going to raunch a guy, make it
worthwhile. My feet are always gonna stink."
Not to soon,
her other sock foot joined the first, sliding freely over his face as he tried
to turn away, moaning helplessly as her damp sock toes clutched at his nose.
"Bet you never thought you'd be smelling nasty feet tonight?"
Martin had
no reply. He tried to turn his face, but couldn't. All he could do was inhale
the foul stink of unwashed socks. But the socks were a breeze compared to her
sticky, grimy bare feet. One sock and then another dropped to his face before
she began grinding them over his nose with her bare toes.
Teresa knew
what she was doing when she clutched at the socks with her toes and threw them
off, quickly pressing her toes up against his nose so he would have to sniff
under her toenails. Flacks of red were evidence she'd painted her nails weeks
before, but they were dirty now, the skin a little rough as she wiggled them up
and over his nose.
"Smell
my feet," she demanded, cupping one set of toes over his nose and then
another set. Martin couldn't have felt more degraded. More than the stench of
unwashed, sweaty feet was the laughter from the others who loved every minute
of his humiliation.
Martin could
see Kelly smiling above him and then the musty smell of old leather and stale
foot sweat greeted his nose. Kelly had slid a stocking foot over his cheek and
up towards his nose.
Teresa made
way for Kelly who, grinning, cupped her stocking toes over his nose. The sharp,
vinegary stench sickened him but he sniffed and sniffed again. He had no
choice.
"See.
Your feet do smell nasty," remarked Kathie. "I can smell 'em from
here."
Kelly
giggled as another warm stocking foot slid over his face. She wiggled her toes
inside the stockings as she let her feet play over his face. “I love this,” she
muttered.
Teresa,
standing over him with a grin, held aloft one of her vinegary sweat-soaked
socks. “Bombs away,” she yelled as she let go. Kelly removing her feet dropped
them to the side of his face to hold his head in place as Teresa arched her
foot and extended her long, dirty toes to his face, holding them just over his
nose.
”Smell my
sweaty foot.” Martin sniffed, and the stale, sour stink still nauseated him. How long
had she gone without washing her feet?
He must have looked disgusted because she laughed. “I guess my feet
packed quite a punch. I wore the same socks all week.” She gave his nose a few
squeezes before pressing the tips of her toes under his nostrils. “Pretty
cheesy, huh?”
Teresa did
the same with the other foot before stepping away to let Kelly slide her
pungent stocking feet back on to Martin’s face, clutching at his nose with her
toes. “Who has the smelliest feet.” She asked with a giggle.
“Probably
me,” said Sabrina who leaped on top of him, knocking the window out of him. He
took a sharp intake of breath, breathing in the stale aroma of Kelly’s
well-worn loafers and old foot sweat.
“Ooh, that
feels great,’ said Kelly, remarking on the cool air Martin breathed through her
warm, sweaty toes.
Sabrina
gazed at him as she began to unbutton and unzip her enormous combat boots.
“Perhaps everyone should clear the room before I get my feet done.”
“You’ll clear
it anyway,” remarked Nicole with a laugh. Nudging martin’s head with her
sneakered foot, she encouraged him to ‘hang in there ‘cause Sabrina’s gonna put
you through hell.” Everyone laughed as they backed away.
Sabrina
continued to unbutton and unlace until she began to pry her boot off, screwing
up her face with the effort. She groaned and then the boot was off. Sabrina
smiled as she tossed it aside, presenting him with the blackened sole of her stocking feet. She wiggled her toes.
“Free at last.”
A hot rush
of sour feet filed the air, drawing groans from the others. It was a sharp,
overpowering stench, something akin to grated cheese and sour milk, but
sharper. And as her rough stocking foot pressed onto his face, he could feel
his face moisten with sweat. The stocking foot smelled of old boot leather and
sweat. He turned sharply but Sabrina was rough, pressing her foot hard over his
face and ordering him to “smell my stinkin’ foot.”
Sabrina
smirked, amused by martin’s discomfort and by the ease with which she kept his
face in place under her greasy, warm stocking foot.
“Now let’s
hear some quality sniffing while I take off the other one.” He took a quick
breath and then held it. He couldn’t stand the smell ofher foot.
Sabrina,
then raised herself and dropped herself onto his chest, forcing him to take a
long, deep breath. Her feet absolutely reeked and she wiggled her toes over his
nose as if it didn’t matter.
With her
other boot off, she jammed the other dirty stocking foot onto his face, rubbing
them up and down the length of his face and squeezing his nose with her toes.
Martin inhaled. Oh, it was sickening. So cheesy and sour. Nothing degraded him more than the stench of
Sabrina’s feet.
“Mmmn. Feels
good when you get the cool air through your toes.” Everyone giggled.
With a few
deft movements, Sabrina began unrolling the tights down her legs, and, one by
one, off her feet. She yanked the tape from off Martin’s mouth, gave him a
second to breath in freash air, but not enough time to say anything. Before he
could speak, she stuffed the toe ends of her tights into his mouth and resealed
the tape over top.
Everyone
applauded Sabrina’s creativity. “Disgustingly terrific,” observed Teresa.
Sabrina’s
feet were damp with sweat, and Martin could see flecks of black nail polish on
her toes as she wiggled them in front of him before curling them over his nose.
Her feet were positively cheesy, like strong cheddar and milk. And she slid her
sweaty, dirty toes over his nose and around his nose before jamming two toes at
a time into his nostrils and ordering him to “have a good whiff.”
Kelly’s
stocking toes once again held his forehead in place while Teresa slid a greasy
bare foot over his cheek. His face was covered in feet, and the combined stink assaulted
his senses.
Martin surrendered to Sabrina’s horrendous foot odor, taking
breath after breath, until he didn’t care anymore. The women rubbed their feet
over his face however they liked; he could do nothing. Toes grabbed his nose
and he sniffed as directed.
And then two new arrivals grabbed seats on either side of him.
Nicole eagerly flung off a running shoe, as did Julie who kicked off one of her
Keds. But Nicole got him first and pressed her warm, pungent size 10 ½ sock
feet onto his face, cupping her long toes over his nose and demanding he “smell
my stinky feet.” He sniffed. The robust stench, as of old sneakers and sweaty
athletic socks was too much. Nicole
giggled as she wiggled her toes over his nose and under, sliding her feet up to
press her heels over his nose and then returning her dirty, slender toes over
his nose.
Nicole dropped her feet to the side of his face to allow Julie a
chance at humiliating Martin with her smelly feet. Vinegar and cheese, so sharp
it made his eyes smart. Julie’s feet were soaked and he could feel her foot
sweat adding to the sweat which caked his face. Julie laughed as she gave his
nose a playful squeeze. “Have a whiff,” she said.
Martin sniffed. But by now he was accustomed to the stink. Even when Sabrina reintroduced her
malodorous dogs to his face, along with Julie’s and Nicole’s, he didn’t flinch.
Toes curled over his nose, orders to ‘Sniff” given, but he lost track of whose
feet. It didn’t matter anymore. There were at least three pairs of stinking feet
on his face at any given time; how could he keep track?
Then one by one, Ashley, Kathie, Amy and Lynn, shoved their
stinking stocking feet and bare feet onto his face, smearing him with stale
foot sweat, curling stocking toes and sock toes over his nose and ordering him
to sniff.
With Nicole’s dirty sock stuffed in his mouth, he was sucking on
the vile taste of her running shoes, while Lynn taunted him with her cheesy
stocking toes, rubbing them under his nose. Ashley and Amy were sliding
pedicured but musty-smelling feet over his face and laughing. Kathie had just
removed her boots before pressing her smelly dark socked feet onto his face.
Her bare toes were stale and slightly cheesy. But Martin took deep sniffs; he
didn’t care anymore. And the women loved it. Even Kelly returned her bare feet
to his face, playing with his nose when Kathie wasn’t.
I think he’s suffered enough,” declared Kelly, her feet covering
his face. “I want my toes sucked.”
“Yeah,” agreed Teresa. “”I think we’ll have him like our sweaty
feet clean. Ready to suck on some dirty toes?” Everyone cheered.
Once again, the duct tape was torn from his face. Teresa wiggled
her dirty toes over his mouth before sliding them inside. Martin put up no
resistence. It was gone, and they took full advantage of it. Her soles were
filthy but he didn’t care. He could feel her long toes wiggling inside his
mouth. His tongue began to slide under her toes and between them.
“Oh, this is good. Hope they taste good.”
With Kelly’s sour-smelling bare toes over his nose, Martin was
also taste the bitter, salty flavor of days of Teresa’s foot sweat. ‘Suck my toes,” commanded Teresa. And he did
so. He licked the length of her soiled soles and sucked on her dirty heels.
“I don’t think I could ever give this up,”she said angling her
sole to get his tongue on a few final spots. Teresa then slid another dirty,
sweaty foot into his mouth, wiggling her toes until his tongue pressed up
against the underside of her toes and between them. He sucked and licked, once again cleaning Teresa’s foot.
“He’s pretty good,” she remarked, admiring her foot. “he got all
the sweat and dirt.”
“We’ll have to keep him,” laughed Sabrina as she approached,
wiggling her toes over his mouth until he opened it, tasting the bitter, acrid
taste of her foot sweat as she slid her dirty toes in and out of his mouth.
“Suck on them,” she ordered. He did.
One by one, the women took turns, sliding grubby, dirty toes into
his willing mouth, sliding dirt creased soles over his tongue and ordering
their hardened heels licked clean. He cleaned between toes when asked; and
continued to sniff stinky toes which continued to play over his face as he
licked and sucked, obediently.
Hours had ticked by as if an eternity, and Martin had been
smelling their stinky feet solid for the entire duration. It must have been
three in the morning, but martin didn’t care. Nothing mattered now. Not even
the cheesy toes which still slithered over his nose or the sole which rubbed
against his chest.
The women grew tired, but Martin was even more tired. And when
they untied him, he didn’t even realize he was a free man. They helped him up,
grabbing and squeezing him playfully.
“Thanks for smelling our feet, Martin,” said Teresa as she handed
him his clothes. ‘That was cool of you.” As if he had a choice.
“He sure knew how to suck my toes,” commented Kelly who gave him a
hug. “It was sweet how you smelled everyone’s feet, even Sabrina’s.”
‘Come back if you’d like to be our footboy, added Sabrina. “You
could stay here. And I could always use a little foot worship at the end of the
day.”
It was absurd. They’d coerced him but acted as if he’d
volunteered.
A listless Martin dressed and shuffled outside along with some of
the others. Someone squeezed his ass before leaving. Once outside, he could
hear the hard clatter of booted feet walking away.
“Thanks, Martin.”
“Let’s do it again.”
“You were great.”
It was surreal. Alone on the sidewalk, he had to reflect. Reaching
in his pocket, he couldn’t find his wallet. He must have left it inside.
He turned, entered the apartment building and ascended the stairs.
He could hear someone running to the door as the doorbell rang. The door
opened, it was Teresa who let him in, closing the door behind him.
Kelly and Sabrina appeared at the door.
“I knew you’d come back.” Sabrina and Teresa couldn’t appear more
pleased as they grabbed him and escorted him inside. “I thought my feet might
have been too nasty for you,” said Sabrina as she held his arm.
Did they think he was offering himself again? It took him a few
seconds to realizing they were pulling his clothes off, Kelly once again
sliding his underpants off. Tersa led him away, but he didn’t care. Perhaps he
wanted to stay.
“You can sleep at the foot of my bed,” remarked Kelly.
And so that’s what happened. Martin became their footboy. Oh, the hazards of going on blind dates, but who could have expected nine pairs of sweaty, stinky feet? It took a while to understand why he didn’t mind. He’d accepted it, and quite possibly enjoyed it. Martin could very well be covered in stinky feet as you read this. Fate is strange, is it not?