Jim was finding that being treated like a dumbbell could quickly turn from annoying to just plain boring. Aisha had been doing reps with him as a weight for nearly half an hour, not stopping once in her exercise routine. She’d started sweating slightly, not too much, but enough to get her cooler slightly wet from perspiration. Jim had let her carry on this long because he thought Aisha would get bored of this after a few minutes and find another way to drive him crazy. However, turns out she was dedicated to using Jim as a dumbbell and had no plans on stopping soon.

“10,045, 10,046, 10,047,” Aisha rattled on, her voice starting to go out after nearly thirty minutes of counting. She managed to do a few more reps before finally lowering her arm and letting Jim’s feet touch ground.

“Finally,” Jim grumbled, fixing his belt, which had been stretched from Aisha holding him up. He looked at Aisha slightly cross, but any frustration he might have had dropped at the sight of the smirk on Aisha’s face. There was something about that overconfident smile that melted Jim’s resistance to Aisha’s tomfoolery. Sighing, he took a step forward, but came to a screeching halt when Aisha grabbed him by the belt again with her other hand.

“Time to work my left arm,” Aisha merrily told her chosen weight. Jim was left dumbfounded for a second, but quickly his face clenched up and he let out a loud groan of pure vexation. Once he stopped his groaning, Aisha let go and started laughing.

“Seeing that look on your face made all that work worth it,” Aisha hollered. She held her stomach and let out a howling fit of hoots. The look on Jim’s face was so priceless, he looked like he was going to explode. It had taken a bit of persistence, but Aisha had finally broken her past slave. She had fazed the unfazeable Jim with her cunning and ability to not let a joke end. She was the champion!

Jim glared at Aisha, wanting nothing more to hold on to his anger, but he just couldn’t. Soon he found himself laughing with Aisha at her poor joke on him. It had been funny, in a cruel inhuman way. Luckily, Aisha was all about being cruel and inhuman.

“Yah, you got me. Good one,” Jim lamented, as Aisha wouldn’t stop laughing. Like many times, he had been the butt of her joke, but some day, he would have his revenge someday. Jim smiled softly at his laughing companion; he’d forgotten how much fun they could have just being around each other. With his over serious attitude and Aisha’s lack of anything remotely civilized, they made an odd pair to be friends. Nonetheless, no matter how different they were, a bond had been formed between them that couldn’t be destroyed by separation or power. Aisha had her power again, but she remained faithful to Jim. Jim had been away from Aisha, but hadn’t forgotten Aisha. They had something akin to love, but more stronger. They were soul mates not in a relationship sense. What there were was two parts of each other, Aisha represented Jim’s missing self-indulgence and Jim represented Aisha’s lost innocence. They fit together as a perfect person.

“Aisha, mind if I give you a foot rub?” Jim asked out of the blue.

“Ummmm?” Aisha murmured and tilted her head. “I thought you hated coming close to my feet. You said that they smelled like rotten cabbage?”

“They don’t smell that bad,” Jim lied. In truth, they were a lot worse. “I want to give you a foot rub because I know you like getting your feet massaged after a long day and I want to show you how much I appreciate everything you’ve done for me.”

“Awww, how could I refuse that,” Aisha said with a big goofy grin. She had been dying to get a good foot rub, but she’d planned to have one of her subordinates do the deed. She knew how foul her feet stank, especially after a hard day of work, it was kind of heart warming that Jim would face her rank feet just to make her happy. Aisha sat down on her bed, kicking off her shoes to the other side of the room. She sighed as her feet felt fresh air. Aisha wiggled all her toes, each little piggy doing a little dance in the air. Jim stared at what he had to touch and gulped, he could smell them from where he was standing.

“Well, my feet are waiting slave boy,” Aisha purred, enjoying the look of mock horror on Jim’s face as he made a cross with his fingers at Aisha’s feet. Jim grinned at Aisha and sat down next to her feet. Gently he placed her right foot on his lap and started to rube Aisha’s soles. His fingers went up her foot, lightly pressing on the sleek flesh under her foot. Aisha let out a soft moan and sunk into her bed with a content smile. She really missed getting her feet rubbed.

“Jim, your sooooo good,” Aisha purred loudly.

“What can I say, I get a lot of practice rubbing bellies.” Jim told Aisha while breathing through his mouth. It was actually easier to rub feet then bellies because he didn’t have so much space to rub, but the stomachs didn’t stick like Aisha’s feet. Jim grimaced slightly as he found something sticky between Aisha’s toes. He continued working on the small wrinkles all over the bottom of Aisha’s feet, getting into a rhythm with the movement of his fingers.

“Oh,” Aisha curiosity said. Jim had said he got good from practicing with bellies, not her belly. Had her little man been giving other round Ctarl-Ctarl’s the royal belly treatment with his talented fingers? The thought of Jim placing his hands on another Ctarl-Ctarl made Aisha a little bit jealous. It was only a belly rub, but she always thought it was something special she and Jim shared. She bit her lip, no longer able to enjoy her foot rub with this question bugging her.

“Jim, have you ever rubbed anyone else’s belly?” Aisha asked. Aisha tried to sound casual, but Jim could tell she was tense from the way her foot became ridged. Jim mulled over his answer before he said anything. He had given Paige a belly rub when she became depressed after he caught her with a full belly. Should he tell Aisha that? It didn’t seem like a big deal at the time and it made Paige feel a lot better, but Jim also knew how competitive Aisha could be and he didn’t want to get Paige into any trouble. Aisha was leaning forward now, waiting for Jim to answer her.