A shuffling sound makes you feel even more uncertain about the situation you have found yourself in. Wiggling her high heels, which are just in front of you on the ground, one of Jenny's bare feet becomes fully revealed. Staring at it in resignation, you still can't believe you're agreeing to this. Still, like Jenny reasoned with you before, it is a better outcome than someone like Candice forcing you to do this...
Jenny crouches down a little as she slides her bare foot forwards, so that it is directly on the carpet in front of you. Smiling apologetically, she reaches for her phone and aims the camera lens at you.
"Don't worry Rob," she whispers gently, almost soothingly. "It will be over soon."
Part of you wants to get the hell out of here. A slightly damp, leathery aroma begins to meet your nostrils; Jenny evidently takes good care of her feet, but there's no denying that there's a funky smell in the air. Plus, it's feet. Are you really gonna go through with this?
Jenny flexes her toes slightly, the red varnish glimmering slightly in the restricted light, such is your position under her desk. She taps her foot, this time a tad impatiently.
"Rob, just kneel down and kiss my foot..."
This is it: the moment you've been dreading ever since you agreed to her deal. Feeling like a complete loser, you bow downwards, so that your face is just a few centimetres from the top of Jenny's smooth, creamy foot. Slowly, gradually you move further downwards until your lips are virtually pressed against her foot.
"Will that do?" You murmur, clear enough for her to hear you, but still in hushed tones. Hopefully, she won't make you have your lips actually touching her foot...
"Best to do it properly, just to be safe," she mutters back. "Come on - just kiss my foot - you're nearly there..."
Knowing that you simply can't avoid it, you sigh in resignation as you reluctantly press your mouth against her foot, droplets of moisture immediately tracing over your lips.
"Hang on...just hold it there," Jenny says while you wait in the most awkward position you can ever remember being in.
"C'mmm omm!" You breathe your voice muffled by the top of her foot. Even saying just this forces you to taste a definite salty flavour in your mouth.
It seems like an eternity until you sense a flashing light blink above you. Finally! Moving your head up, you nearly bang it against the underside of her desk, such is your desperation to extricate yourself from this position!
"Just wait a sec..." Jenny murmurs down to you, her voice doubtful and uncertain. What could be taking so long?!
"The quality's not great," she says, keeping her voice low but sounding clearly frustrated. "Don't know if that will do!"
She extends her phone under the desk to you so that you can get a clear view of her screen. To be fair, the image is so dark and blurry that it wouldn't be crystal clear that it is you kissing a foot...
"Please, Jenny. Please - not again!" You plead up at her, fearing that she is about to ask you to do it again...!
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