You pulled your test out of your bag, and proudly showed it to Amanda. An 80. That may not sound great, but the last lest was horribly difficult, and most people had 60's.

Amanda actually snorted when she saw the test, and showed you her 96% grade. Your jaw dropped. How the hell did she do so well.

Amanda smiled. "Well, now that we know who's smarter, I guess we'd better do as I suggested, okay?" You grumbled, but she had won. "Fine."

The tall athlete sat back down on the couch, but stopped you from sitting down. "Oh no." She exclaimed, a little vindictively. "You've lost your couch privileges. Kneel down there and do it." She pointed to the spot in front of her feet.
down here instead." She pointed to the carpet in front of her.
You really should have said no, as this wasn't part of the bet, but she glared at you, and you didn't have the balls to disobey. You knelt in front of her.

Amanda leaned back, shoved her feet in your lap and said nothing, just worked on the project.

You grabbed one of her huge feet, and began to rub. You started by kneading the arch of your foot. Working your way down to the heel, and up to the toes. You repeated this with the other foot.

Amanda occasionally barked out instructions, such as to rub harder, or to switch to her other foot, or to massage her toes individually, which you did, embarrassed at your lack of a spine. Amanda had you take both of her feet and rub them at once, which you also did, realizing that together, both her feet were the size of your head.

After about an hour and a half of this, it is getting late Amanda says...