"Who are you?" Hannah asks. "I uh- you see I-" you stammer. "Oh you must be here for the foot massage I ordered!" she says. "Uh yeah yeah that's me." you say going along with it. "Ok good because I just got done with my concert and my feet are killing me!" she says. She leads you to a nearby couch where you and her sit down. She begins to zip off the boots she was wearing and the smell of sweaty, unwashed feet fills the air. "Sorry my feet stink but hey you're probably used to it in this line of work." Hannah says. "Yeah it's fine. To tell you the truth I actually kinda like it." you say. "Oh crap did I really just say that?!?" you think to yourself. She'll probably think your weird now! "Really? Well I'll tell you what if you do a really good job rubbing my feet I'll let you smell them all you want after." she says. "R- Really? Oh thank you so much!" you say. "Hey don't thank me yet. You still have to earn it and if you don't do a really good job there will be consequences." she says. "Alright well I'll do my best!" you say grasping her feet and placing them in your lap. You grab her right foot and begin gently rubbing the sole. You begin at the heel using your thumbs to rub away her pain. It's a little tough because her feet are sweaty and your fingers slip on her feet but you still try your best. Hannah's Constant moaning alerts you you're doing a good job. You make your way to the arch now and rub it the same way you did the heel. After that you make it to the ball and then the toes carefully taking your time with each one. You take about half an hour on that right foot before switching to the left. You do the same thing with the left before finally ending the massage. "Well how was it?" you ask Hannah. She replies...