Sighs. What a boring shift. It’s already 8:00 p.m., and no one has been in the store for what feels like hours. Even my coworker left early, so now I’m completely alone in the store. The fluorescent lights overhead cast a sterile glow on the neatly arranged shelves, the colorful packaging of the products almost begging for attention. With a resigned exhale, I look at the clock, the minute hand ticking away far too slowly. Just one more hour and I’ll finally be free of this monotony.
Lost in my thoughts, I mindlessly straighten a row of shoeboxes while putting the exhibits back in order. Only the sound of my own footsteps and the soft music coming from the shop’s loudspeakers fill the room.
Just as I begin to daydream about what I might do once I’m released from this retail prison, a flicker of movement catches my eye. My eyes snap to the entrance, my heart quickening for a moment. A figure materializes out of the darkness and steps into the store, causing the small bell above the door to tinkle lightly. It’s Lilly.
“Oh, hi Lilly!” Sandra greeted with a bright smile, her eyes showing genuine excitement at seeing her well-known customer Lilly, who is only two years older and is also studying, but something to do with sports and nutrition. When Lilly entered the store a few weeks ago, Sandra was wearing her rainbow-colored Vans and Lilly asked her about them. Since then, they talk a lot whenever Lilly comes into the store. And, admittedly, Sandra has a little crush on her.
“Oh, hey there!” she replies with a cheerful lilt. “I didn’t expect you to be here tonight. Late shift?”
I nod and casually lean against the counter. “Yeah, just killing time until I can escape, you know?”
Lilly chuckles softly, her eyes twinkling. “Well, lucky for you, I’m here to rescue you from the clutches of retail boredom.”
Just a moment later Lilly sits down in one of the Seats.
Lilly: “Are you alone? No co-workers?”
Sandra’s expression softened, a touch of wistfulness in her gaze. “Nah, they all bailed already. Just me holdin’ down the fort.”
Lilly: “So you’re all alone here? Cool. I’ve got to try something on. Can you help me?”
Lilly wasted no time, kicking off her sneakers with an effortless flair. As they slipped off, she wiggled her toes with a grin, feeling the liberation of being out of her shoes. Sandra’s fingers reached out gently, taking her Shoes and carefully putting them aside.
Sandra: “So eh..What would you like to try?”
Lilly: “Well, do you already have the new Vans collection? The flat ones?” she says with a slight smile on her face.
Lilly’s smile had a charm that made Sandra’s pulse quicken slightly. Her Skater-style – that’s what she loved about Lilly, and she didn’t want to mess up this chance to spend time with her.
Sandra: “Y-yes, sure! Please follow me. We have some over here.”
Lilly: “Could you please grab them for me? My feet are killing me after those sports tests today..”
“Yeah, eh.. sure!”, i say, while rushing to the shelf to get them. “Uh, what size?”, i ask her.
“Let’s try the 41’s”, Lilly says.
“Alright, i’ll get them!” I’m trying to impress her. I really want to see that smile on her face.
As I returned to her, holding the box in my hands, her grin lit up the room. Seeing her happy was a relief, a sense of accomplishment washing over me. “Here, the 41’s,” I said, handing her the box with a mix of pride and anticipation.
“Can you put them on for me?” Lilly’s request caught me off guard, but I quickly masked my surprise with a nod.
“Oh… of course,” I stammered, my voice slightly shaky. I knelt down, trying to ignore the fluttering nerves in my stomach. This wasn’t something I’d typically do, but for Lilly, I found myself more than willing.
Lilly extended her right foot towards me, and my gaze involuntarily flickered down to her sock. It was well-worn, showing the signs of a workout she must have had earlier. As I gently cradled her foot in my lap, a subtle, not-so-pleasant aroma reached my nose. It was a bit embarrassing, but Lilly’s smile put me at ease.
With deliberate care, I guided her foot into the shoe, fingers deftly tying the laces. “There you go,” I said, a mix of relief and accomplishment in my voice as I finished.
“Wow, it’s a perfect fit. Do you want to try the other one?” Lilly says with an smile on her face.
“Y-yes, of course,” I stammered, slightly flustered. I shifted my attention to her left foot, placing it on my lap as well. My heart skipped a beat when I felt her right shoe slightly rubbing against my arm.
“They are pretty nice, don’t you think? Those shoes are super comfy. And I like how they look. I might take them.”
“Y-yes..”, i’m trying not to let the situation distract me from my task.
“But there’s one thing I need your help with first.”
I’ve finally finished putting her left shoe on.
“Yes?”, i say, looking up to her.
“You see, my socks are all sweaty and dirty,” Lilly explained, her tone lighthearted. “Would you mind taking them off for me? I’d hate for these new shoes to start smelling from day one if I take them home now, you know?”
“Uh… okay,” I responded, my heart pounding a bit faster in my chest. This was certainly a surprising request, but I didn’t want to disappoint her.
After carefully undoing the laces and slipping her feet out of the new shoes, she lifted her feet onto my lap once more, and I tried my best to maintain a slight smile despite the rather unappealing prospect ahead. I slowly grab her left foot and start pulling her sock down. I can feel the wetness of her socks as i’m doing this.
As I carefully peeled her sock down her foot, her voice reached my ears, drawing my attention away from the task. “Oh no, did I really sweat that much?” she exclaimed, a hint of surprise and mild shock in her tone. “Look at the sock. It’s pretty soaked!”
My nostrils caught a whiff of the aroma even before the sock was completely off, but when the sock was finally removed, the pungent odor hit me full force. It took all my self-control to keep my expression composed and not recoil from the scent.
Lilly’s apology broke through my thoughts. “My god, I’m sorry about the smell. It seems to be pretty bad..”
I mustered a friendly smile, though inwardly I struggled to maintain my composure. “That’s alright, no worries,” I responded, my voice warm. Despite my best efforts to be understanding, the truth was that the smell was indeed repulsive, and I wished I could escape from the situation as quickly as possible.
Lilly’s voice held a hint of disbelief as she responded, “For sure?”
I nodded, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. “Yeah, they don’t really smell that bad,” I assured her, my words tinged with a touch of forced confidence.
Lilly’s response was accompanied by a teasing tone. “Oh really? Then go ahead.”
I blinked in confusion, momentarily uncertain about what she meant. “Go ahead?” I repeated, seeking clarity.
With a chuckle, Lilly clarified, “The other sock, Sandra.”
My cheeks flushed slightly as I realized my misunderstanding. “Oh… I’m sorry,” I mumbled, feeling a bit embarrassed. I quickly reached for her other foot, which was already on my lap, making the process easier. My fingers worked diligently to remove the sock, my focus on the task at hand while my mind grappled with the unique situation I found myself in.
Lilly’s tone seemed curious as she asked, “Okay, so it’s not that bad?”
I nodded in confirmation, my previous words echoing my sentiment. “Yeah, it’s really not that bad.”
Lilly’s contemplative murmur followed, “Mh… so do you think I can put my feet in these new shoes? I really don’t want to ruin them with my foot stench, but if you’re saying they don’t even smell that bad… right?”
I stumbled over my words a bit, feeling my cheeks heat up. “Y-you can… I mean, yeah, the smell is really not that bad, I promise.”
Lilly’s playful curiosity lingered as she pushed further, “Would you mind getting really sure about this?”
My heart raced as I processed her request, my confusion evident. “What… what do you mean?”
Lilly’s playful grin held a challenge as she continued, “Well, maybe you should have a closer sniff if you don’t mind..”
My heart pounded in my chest, my nerves escalating as I asked in disbelief, “What… a closer sniff?”
Lilly’s voice took on a conspiratorial tone as she responded, “Yes. Like… sniffing right at the source. I mean, if you say they’re not that bad? But you don’t have to..”
I mentally kicked myself for not being more truthful earlier. Panic crept into my thoughts – how was I going to navigate this situation now? My mind raced, searching for the right response. But i can’t tell her i lied to her just moments ago.
With a forced smile, I stumbled over my words, “Uhm, yeah, why not…”
Lilly’s enthusiastic response cut off my awkward attempt at compliance. “cool!” she exclaimed, her tone amused and daring.
She moves her feet up my lap, closer to my face.
Lilly: “Just take a short breath and tell me how they smell. Be honest with me, okay?”
Shit. Her feet are getting closer to my face. I can see her feet have been sweating the whole day. There’s a lot of dirt and sweat collected between her toes. But i can’t tell her the truth, else she would think i’m lying to her. So i better get over with this.
Sandra: “Y-Yes. Sure.”
I can’t believe I’m going to do this. Slowly I move my face closer to her feet. I can feel the stink in the air. When my nose is just a few centimeters away, I breathe in deeply. The smell is terrible. Dirty, sweaty feet with a strong female odor. A smell you can only find on the feet of an active person.
I try not to make a disgusted face and show her a slight smile.
Sandra: “Yeah.. i.. they don’t smell too bad..”
Lilly: “Oh, nice. Then it’s fine if i put them in the new shoes?”
“Yes.. sure..”
Just as I began to breathe a sigh of relief, thinking the awkward ordeal was finally behind me, Lilly took one of her feet and rested it on her leg, inspecting the sole with a mix of surprise and concern.
“Oh my God, look at all that dirt on my foot,” she exclaimed, a hint of disbelief in her voice. “I really have to clean them before putting them in the new shoes..”
My cheeks flushed with a mixture of surprise and mild embarrassment. “Oh! I guess I didn’t pay attention to this, I’m sorry!”
Lilly: “Would you mind giving them a quick cleaning? Just to be sure i won’t smear the dirt in the new shoes, please..”
I felt a mix of astonishment and disbelief at the situation. Was she serious? Did she really want me to wash her feet? My mind raced as I struggled to find the right words.
“Uhm, I…” I hesitated, unsure how to respond.
“Just take a towel and some water, that’ll do it,” Lilly suggested, her tone casual yet expectant.
“Uhm, okay. Sure,” I mumbled, my discomfort evident. “I’ll just get a towel and some warm water.”
With a mix of confusion and trepidation, I left the chair Lilly was sitting in and hurried to the counter, scanning the area for a towel. My search yielded no results, so I ventured to the back of the store, hoping to find what I needed. Unfortunately, I came up empty-handed.
Lilly: “Did you find one yet?”
“No, not yet,” I responded, feeling a bit flustered. “But I’m sure we have a towel somewhere.”
Lilly: “okay, then don’t bother.. It’s alright.”
“No, i.. i really want to help you..” I replied, my uncertainty still quite palpable.
Lilly’s playful suggestion caught me off guard.
“I mean.. couldn’t you just use your shirt?”
I blinked in surprise, feeling my face grow warm at the thought. “My… shirt?”
Lilly’s encouragement was evident in her voice. “Yeah, i mean, it’s just a shirt from work, right?”
I hesitated, my internal conflict evident. “Well, yeah… but…”
She pressed on, seemingly determined to make this happen. “And don’t bother about the water, just give them a dry wipe, okay?”
My mind raced, caught between my desire to be accommodating and my growing unease. Should I really use my own shirt to wipe her feet?
“Do i.. really have to undress it here?”
Lilly’s response came with a playful tone, seeking to ease my concerns. “Oh, of course not, sorry.. i can.. just wipe them on the shirt while you wear it, if that’s cool for you?..”
I let out a quiet sigh, still incredulous at the situation unfolding. “Eh… Yeah, that’s cool for me…”
“Oh, thank you!” Lilly’s words were filled with a teasing affection, and I couldn’t help but feel a bit manipulated.
As she began to wipe her bare feet on my shirt, my discomfort grew. Kneeling in front of her while she uses my shirt as a towel made me feel oddly submissive.
Her voice carried a hint of amusement as she remarked, “Oh wow, they are pretty dirty… I think I still need a proper wash.. urghs..”
Sandra: “M-Maybe, but we don’t have a bowl with Water here..”
Lilly giggles.
“How about your tongue?”
“My.. t-tongue?”
Lilly: “Come on, it can’t be that bad. It’s just feet, right? And i already wiped them clean.”
I have a weak stomach. Im not sure if i can handle licking dirty feet. But if i’m saying no to her, my chances to someday maybe get a date with her would die immediately.
Sandra: “I.. i dont know if.. i mean, the taste..”
Lilly: “Oh, come on. Just try it, okay?”
This feels so humiliating. But it’s still not too late to say no. But before i can say anything, Lilly looks at me with puppy eyes.
Lilly: “Oh please, that would mean so much to me!”
Sandra: “B- but i..”
Lilly: „Come on, just try it! please..”
I have to do this. Otherwise she’ll think I’m a drama queen – Or worse: that I don’t care about her feelings.
I slowly kneel down on the floor and put her left foot on my lap, inspecting it with my eyes. The foot isn’t too dirty anymore, as she already wiped most of the dirt away on my shirt anyway. But i can still see the sweat between her toes.
Sandra: “You… really want me to do this?”
Lilly: “That would be soooo sweet of you..”
Sandra: “Okay, okay.. Alright..”
I lean forward and open my mouth. Slowly i’m moving my head to her foot, and stick my tongue out.
Finally, my tongue touches her naked sole and Lilly starts to moan quietly. For my own surprise, the taste is not as bad as imagined. It’s mostly salty, but with a bit of a sweaty taste. By far not a pleasant taste, but also not unbearable.
Slowly i start to lick her foot. Up and down her sole. Up and down. Again and again. But after the third lick, the salt flavor is getting stronger and the sweat taste is getting worse. I can’t stand it much longer and try to end it as soon as possible.
In no time, i’ve licked her left foot and turn my attention to her right one. I try not to think of the disgusting taste. I just concentrate on Lilly. On how i’m impressing her with this. How i’m making her happy. I hope i’m not overdoing it..
When I’m finished with her feet, i’m looking up to Lilly.
“All done..”
Lilly: “That felt good, Sarah.. mh.. would you put my new shoes back on?”
“S-sure..”
I quickly get the new Vans and get ready to put them on Lilly’s feet.
Lilly: “So you’re single, arent you?”
“U-Uh, Yes..”
Lilly: “Awe, that’s sad.”
“Haha.. Yeah, its a bit sad..”
Lilly: “So are you into guys or girls or…both?”
“I guess girls..”
Lilly: “Cool, me too..”
“R-Really?”
Lilly: “Yeah, for real.”
While saying this, she leans forward, grabs my arm and pulls me closer. Then she gives me a long kiss on the cheek.
“I like you, Sandra.”
I’m so surprised by this, I don’t know what to say. I just stand there and blush.
After getting my thoughts back together, i’m helping Lilly to slip back into her new shoes and tie up the shoelaces.
Lilly: “Mh, this feels nice! Thanks for helping me.”
“Sure, anytime..”
Lilly: “Hey, is it ok if i take the shoes with me now?”
“Uh, but you didn’t pay for them yet..”
Lilly: “Yeah, I know. But I think it would be ok if you.. dont know.. gave them to me for free?”
Sandra: “For free?”
Lilly: “Yeah, as a gift for me.. if thats cool for you?”
“But..but my boss..”
Lilly: “How about you just put them on your personal account. No one will notice.”
“Uhm, ok.. If that makes you happy..”
Lilly: “Sweet, thanks! And especially for your special.. services, hihi. Would you mind if we repeat this someday?”
“What? I mean.. maybe..“
Lilly: “Cool! Then maybe you can massage my feet for me? That way we could spend more time together.“
„To- together? That sounds.. really cool..”
Lilly: “Just imagine… you are lying in your bed, all alone, and then the phone rings. You pick it up and hear my voice. I ask you if you can come over and give me a foot massage. You wouldn’t say no, would you?“
Sandra: “I… I dont..”
Lilly: “See? Hihi, thats why i like you.. so i’ll see you next time, sweetie!”
I watch as Lilly walks out the door. As the bell rings again, signaling her departure, I sit there, completely stunned, not knowing what just happened. And as i look at the clock and realize that I have only 10 minutes until the end of my shift, i gather myself up and get to the locker room, changing into my normal clothes and taking my belongings with me.
What the hell happened today? And why do I have butterflies in my stomach, even with the disgusting memories of licking that girl’s feet? Have I really fallen in love with her? And why have I agreed to massage her feet? Am I really that desperate for a girlfriend?
But even with all these questions running through my head, I can’t help but smile.